INTRO:         (4x) Take your apples from the earth            And your fingerlings from the air                                                G.                                            If you cried when you were born ’Cause it ain’t fair              You got nothing nothing to wear                        And there’s a drink that we’re all needing             A need to weep but we have tried                     And though the clouds we keep on seeding                   Still the county remains dry the county remains dry                              The county remains dry                                  I see your coat that it needs sewing           And these seeds will sow the corn silk bride                      But in your absence nothing’s growing            And still the county remains dry the county remains dry                                 The county remains dry                             Well still we keep on dreaming    Of that fifty-year flood      Of oceans of plasma   And rivers of blood Take your apples from the earth           And your fingerlings from the air                                                 G.                     If you cried when you were born ’Cause it ain’t fair       You got nothing nothing to wear                  OUTRO: