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Where the Crab Apples Grow

Early Sunday morning when the rape seed is a-blowin'
And the thresher ends its reaping with a heavy load
Old Mortality's a-callin' for another man to go...
But I'm going to the place where the crab apples grow

Grab the washboard in the hands, the plunger in the toes
If I can't have my salvation then at least I'll have my notes
If the angel comes a-searchin', stick a pitchfork up his nose...
I'm going to the place where the crab apples grow

When you ask the Lord's forgiveness
Then you sin again the same way
Then you bide your time by saying this little phrase
It'll spare you another day

I-li-li-li-li'm going to a better land where the apple trees give shade
I'm already going to a different land where, no matter what, I'm saved
No, there won't be a redeemer there, just my apple seeds and me
I'll get there one day by myself to the old crab apple tree

Grab your favorite pair o' bones and roll another three
If money's the root of evil, then I'm gonna plant a tree
If God comes when I'm sleeping to collect that which I owe...
I'm going to the place where the crab apples grow

Trottin' through the pearly gates, my mercy for a horse
When I'd rather send my Model T a-crashin' through the doors
If Death he comes a-ridin' with a sickle, let him know...
I'm going to the place where the crab apples grow!