Applejack
I'm not the sort to fall easily in love
No they are few and far between that catch my eye
But when she walked up with that smile and "howdy do"
My tongue tied knots I didn't know that it could tie
She's gorgeous, pragmatic, industrious and kind
She down-right radiates agrarian allure
If there was a contest for winsome country class
There'd be a bright blue ribbon headed straight to her
Blonde, freckled, and green-eyed
My heart is hogtied
That twang is knockin' me out
Take me on down to your farm, girl
Turn on your charm, girl
That countrified charisma is what I am all about
My, oh, my, yeah she's a down home southern saint
She tells it like it is and won't go sayin' things that ain't
Sweet as apple cider and with spice enough to spare
And I won't ever want no other, I do declare
There is none who holds a candle on this side of anywhere
She's not afraid of a little sweat and mud
She's got my heart beating a steady pitter pat
No fuss, no pretense, and nary a complaint
I swear she hides a halo 'neath that stetson hat
Caring, devoted, and level-headed, and
Good lord, her baking is a gift from the divine
Oh tell me that she feels the same way that I do
I'll be her sugarcube; she'll be my valentine
Blonde, freckled, and green-eyed
My heart is hogtied
That twang is knockin' me out
Take me on down to your farm, girl
Turn on your charm, girl
That countrified charisma is what I am all about
My, oh, my, yeah she's a down home southern saint
She tells it like it is and won't go sayin' things that ain't
Sweet as apple cider and with spice enough to spare
And I won't ever want no other, I do declare
There is none who holds a candle on this side of anywhere
No No
My, oh, my, yeah she's a down home southern saint
She tells it like it is and won't go sayin' things that ain't
Sweet as apple cider and with spice enough to spare
And I won't ever want no other, I do declare
There is none who holds a candle on this side of anywhere
ApplejackLRC歌词
[00:07.19]I'm not the sort to fall easily in love
[00:11.01]No they are few and far between that catch my eye
[00:16.38]But when she walked up with that smile and "howdy do"
[00:20.53]My tongue tied knots I didn't know that it could tie
[00:24.97]She's gorgeous, pragmatic, industrious and kind
[00:30.03]She down-right radiates agrarian allure
[00:35.19]If there was a contest for winsome country class
[00:39.33]There'd be a bright blue ribbon headed straight to her
[00:45.02]Blonde, freckled, and green-eyed
[00:47.55]My heart is hogtied
[00:49.75]That twang is knockin' me out
[00:53.11]Take me on down to your farm, girl
[00:56.83]Turn on your charm, girl
[00:58.81]That countrified charisma is what I am all about
[01:15.59]My, oh, my, yeah she's a down home southern saint
[01:19.90]She tells it like it is and won't go sayin' things that ain't
[01:24.88]Sweet as apple cider and with spice enough to spare
[01:29.21]And I won't ever want no other, I do declare
[01:33.76]There is none who holds a candle on this side of anywhere
[01:47.24]She's not afraid of a little sweat and mud
[01:50.96]She's got my heart beating a steady pitter pat
[01:56.69]No fuss, no pretense, and nary a complaint
[02:00.45]I swear she hides a halo 'neath that stetson hat
[02:06.18]Caring, devoted, and level-headed, and
[02:09.78]Good lord, her baking is a gift from the divine
[02:15.01]Oh tell me that she feels the same way that I do
[02:19.47]I'll be her sugarcube; she'll be my valentine
[02:25.16]Blonde, freckled, and green-eyed
[02:27.60]My heart is hogtied
[02:29.86]That twang is knockin' me out
[02:33.12]Take me on down to your farm, girl
[02:36.76]Turn on your charm, girl
[02:38.70]That countrified charisma is what I am all about
[02:43.76]My, oh, my, yeah she's a down home southern saint
[02:48.15]She tells it like it is and won't go sayin' things that ain't
[02:53.11]Sweet as apple cider and with spice enough to spare
[02:57.62]And I won't ever want no other, I do declare
[03:02.01]There is none who holds a candle on this side of anywhere
[03:08.12]No No
[03:10.86]
[03:55.59]My, oh, my, yeah she's a down home southern saint
[03:59.98]She tells it like it is and won't go sayin' things that ain't
[04:04.94]Sweet as apple cider and with spice enough to spare
[04:09.30]And I won't ever want no other, I do declare
[04:15.52]There is none who holds a candle on this side of anywhere
[04:27.97]
