Don’t Ya Tell Henry Songtext
von Bob Dylan & The Band
Don’t Ya Tell Henry Songtext
Yes, I went down to the river on a Saturday morn
I′s lookin' around just to see who′s born
I spied a little chicken down on his knees
I went up and yelled to him, "Please, please, please!"
She said, "Don't ya tell Henry
Don't ya tell Henry
Don′t ya tell Henry
Apple′s got your fly"
Yes, I went down to the beanery at half past 12
I's lookin′ around just to see myself
I looked high and low, and I looked up above
And who did I see but the one I love
She said, "Now don't ya tell Henry
Don′t ya tell Henry
Don't ya tell Henry
Apple′s got your fly"
Yeah, I went down to the whorehouse the other night
I was lookin' around, I was out of sight
I looked at horse and saw me a mule
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"
I went down to the river on a Saturday morn
I′s lookin' around just to see who′s born
I spied a little chicken down on his knees
I went up and yelled to him, "Please, please, please!"
She said, "Don't ya tell Henry
Don′t ya tell Henry
Don't ya tell Henry
Apple's got your fly"
I′s lookin' around just to see who′s born
I spied a little chicken down on his knees
I went up and yelled to him, "Please, please, please!"
She said, "Don't ya tell Henry
Don't ya tell Henry
Don′t ya tell Henry
Apple′s got your fly"
Yes, I went down to the beanery at half past 12
I's lookin′ around just to see myself
I looked high and low, and I looked up above
And who did I see but the one I love
She said, "Now don't ya tell Henry
Don′t ya tell Henry
Don't ya tell Henry
Apple′s got your fly"
Yeah, I went down to the whorehouse the other night
I was lookin' around, I was out of sight
I looked at horse and saw me a mule
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"
I went down to the river on a Saturday morn
I′s lookin' around just to see who′s born
I spied a little chicken down on his knees
I went up and yelled to him, "Please, please, please!"
She said, "Don't ya tell Henry
Don′t ya tell Henry
Don't ya tell Henry
Apple's got your fly"
Writer(s): Bob Dylan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com