Tom: Am
Am C D7 F
(whistling, no accompaniment)
Am
[Verse 1]
Am C
Here I hang from the apple tree
D7 F
Oh, take a little bite, take a bite for me
Am Em
The pain, it keeps me sane
G G/F# Am
For I am more than a taste
Am C
The taste in the mouths of the starving crowds
D7 F
Oh, pulling at the leaves, pulling off to me
Am Em
In feet first the savage dust
G G/F# Am
Don’t leave me be, leave me be
[Chorus 1]
Am
Leave me be, I’m tired
C G Am
And I feel so damn cold
Am
Hold me like a child
C Em Am
‘Cause I feel so damn old
C Em Am
I got so damn old
[Verse 2]
Am C
Here I hang for the seated crowd
D7 F
To look upon my eyes, look upon my mouth
Am Em
And say “we were there that day
G G/F# Am
I saw a face, heard a sound”
Am C
But now I sit where they used to be
D7 F
A quiet little scene of an apple tree
Am Em
White roots and balanced fruit
G G/F# Am
The winter glowed on her leaves
[Chorus 2]
Am
Hold me like a child
C G Am
‘Cause I feel so damn cold
Am
Bind me like I’m wild
C Em Am
‘Cause I feel so damn old
C Em Am
I got so damn old
C G Am
And I feel so damn old
C Em Am
I got so damn old
