Apple Trees from Brushy Rides by Brushy Rides
Tracklist
| 9. | Apple Trees | 3:34 |
Lyrics
The apple trees are calling me back to the hills of Caroline
The autumn leaves are falling free
And the colors ease my mind
When he’s too far-gone for far too long
A man can lose his eyes
No not what he sees, just what he’s meant to be
The faces and places left behind
Remember Californ’, picking from the vine
And running wild through Napa County
Sweeter than the wine in the heart of summer time
But seasons bring reasons for change
And back to San Antoine, lost out near the border
Mining for the diamonds in our souls
All we ever found, were empty bottles
And a Bible that Maria stole
Illinois, she nearly killed me, like she almost got Roosevelt
But I drank away the pain on a southbound plane
It was Kentucky when it rained like hell
All these towns, all these trials
The blessings and the curses I have known
But I set my mind, like the perfect crime
And I’m headed back to my home
Where the apple trees are calling me to the hills of Caroline
The Autumn leaves are falling free
And I’ll find the love I left behind
I’ll find the love, I’ll find the love I left behind
