Apple Tree

[Intro] Am  C  D7  F  Am

[Primeira Parte]

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

[Refrão 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

[Segunda Parte]

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

[Refrão 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