Lyrics - Don't Ya Tell Henry by Bob Dylan

Don’t ya tell henry,
Apple’s got your fly.
I went down to the river on a saturday morn,
A-lookin’ around just to see who’s born.
I found a little chicken down on his knees,
I went up and yelled to him,
Please, please, please!
He said, don’t ya tell henry,
Don’t ya tell henry,
Don’t ya tell henry,
Apple’s got your fly.
I went down to the corner at a-half past ten,
I’s lookin’ around,
I wouldn’t say when.
I looked down low,
I looked above,
And who did
I see but the one
I love.
She said, don’t ya tell henry,
Don’t ya tell henry,
Don’t ya tell henry,
Apple’s got your fly.
Now,
I went down to the beanery at half past twelve,
A-lookin’ around just to see myself.
I spotted a horse and a donkey, too,
I looked for a cow and
I saw me a few.
They said, don’t ya tell henry,
Don’t ya tell henry,
Don’t ya tell henry,
Apple’s got your fly.
Now,
I went down to the pumphouse the other night,
A-lookin’ around, it was outa sight.
I looked high and low for that big ol’ tree,
I did go upstairs but
I didn’t see nobody but me.
I said, don’t ya tell henry,
Don’t ya tell henry,
Don’t ya tell henry,
Apple’s got your fly.

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