Bob Dylan - Don't Ya Tell Henry lyrics

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."