Don T Ya Tell Henry lyrics

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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