Lord, there goes Johnny Appleseed
He might pass by in the hour of need
There's a lot of souls
Ain't drinking from no well locked in a factoryHey, look there goes
Hey, look there goes
If you're after getting the honey, hey
Then you don't go killing all the beesLord, there goes Martin Luther King
Notice how the door closes when the chimes of freedom ring
I hear what you're saying, I hear what he's saying
Is what was true now no longer soHey, I hear what you're saying
Hey, I hear what he's saying
If you're after getting the honey, hey
Then you don't go killing all the beesWhat the people are saying
And we know every road, go, go
What the people are saying
There ain't no berries on the treesLet the summertime sun
Fall on the apple, fall on the appleLord, there goes a Buick forty-nine
Black sheep of the angels riding, riding down the line
We think there is a soul, we don't know
That soul is hard to findHey, down along the road
Hey, down along the road
If you're after getting the honey
Then you don't go killing all the beesHey, it's what the people are saying
It's what the people are saying
Hey, there ain't no berries on the trees
Hey, that's what the people are saying, no berries on the trees
You're checking out the honey, baby
You had to go killin' all the bees
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