Johnny Appleseed - The Beatlesons
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 factory
Lord 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 so
If you're getting the honey
Then you don't go killing all the bees
Lord 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 find
Lord there goes Johnny Appleseed
He might pass by in the hour of need
There's a lot of souls
