Marika Hackman - Apple tree

^Am(whi^Cstl^D7ing,^F no accompaniment) Am

^AmHere I hang from the ^Capple tree Oh, ^D7take a little bite, take a ^Fbite for me ^Am The pain, it ^Emkeeps me sane For ^GI am more ^G/F#than a ^Amtaste

The ^Amtaste in the mouths of the ^Cstarving crowds Oh, ^D7pulling at the leaves, pulling ^Foff to me In ^Am feet first the ^Emsavage dust Don’t ^Gleave me be, ^G/F#leave me ^Ambe

^AmLeave me be, I’m tired And I feel ^Cso ^Gdamn ^Amcold ^AmHold me like a child ‘Cause I feel ^Cso ^Emdamn ^Amold I got ^Cso ^Emdamn ^Amold

^AmHere I hang for the ^Cseated crowd To ^D7look upon my eyes, look up^Fon my mouth ^Am And say “we were ^Emthere that day I ^Gsaw a face, ^G/F#heard a ^Amsound”

But ^Amnow I sit where they ^Cused to be A ^D7quiet little scene of an ^Fapple tree ^Am White roots and ^Embalanced fruit The ^Gwinter glowed ^G/F#on her ^Amleaves

^AmHold me like a child ‘Cause I feel ^Cso ^Gdamn ^Amcold ^AmBind me like I’m wild ‘Cause I feel ^Cso ^Emdamn ^Amold I got ^Cso ^Emdamn ^Amold And I feel ^Cso ^Gdamn ^Amold I got ^Cso ^Emdamn ^Amold