Classic Poem

I know you got some good apples
right down on MisterRudolph'sfarm
Oh, I know you got some good apples
right down on MisterRudolph'sfarm
Lord, I love you so much
baby, I'd like to hold you in my arms

Now I want to get a truckload of your apples
I want to peddle your apples up north
Lord now, and I want to get a truckload of your apples
and I want to peddle your apples up north
Now, maybe I can keep 'emuntilthe wintertime
and we'll make 'em be little children's Santa Claus

Now my grandmother says she want to buy a bushel of your apples
she want to make her some apple sauce
Oh my grandmother says she want to buy a bushel of your apples
she want to make her some apple sauce
Well now, I'll be delighted and taste a little
well I bet they would taste on out of this world

Lord, and I can see your little apple
hanging way up in your little apple tree
Lord, I can see your little apple
a-hanging way up in your little apple tree
Now you made like you love me so much
baby, please drop one down for me

Now you know the rain washed away my cotton
people, and the sun burnt up my new ground corn
Well you know the rain washed away my cotton
peoples, and the sun burnt up my new ground corn
Now and if somebody don't give me here something to eat pretty soon
I just deswear we won't be here long