And this next one is a really, really old folk song written back in the 19th century.
It's about heartbreak.
And it's called Red Apple Juice.
I ain't got no use for your red apple juice. I ain't got no honey, baby, now.
No, I ain't got no honey, baby, now.
I ain't got no use for your red rockin' chair.
I ain't got no honey, baby, there. No, I ain't got no honey, baby, there.
It's who rocked the cradle, and who'll sing this song?
Who'll be your daddy when I'm gone?
Yeah, who'll be your daddy when I'm gone?
I don't know all I could do to try to live with you.
I'll send you back to your mama some old day.
Yes, I'll send you back to your mama some old day.
My honey took the train. She left the mule to rise.
The train pulled out and the mule lay down and died.
So I hitched up my pony and I settled up my man.
I'll find a fair deal in this world somewhere.
Yes, I'll find a fair deal in this world somewhere.
Ain't it hard to stumble when you've got no place to fall?
I got no place in this world at all.
No, I've got no place in this world at all.
I'm a stranger here and I'm a stranger everywhere.
I'd go home but I'm a stranger there.
Yeah, I'd go home but I'm a stranger there.
Ain't got no use for your red apple juice.
Ain't got no honey, baby, now.
No, I ain't got no honey, baby, now.
Thank you.
