Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree (With Anyone Else But Me) (Feat. Madisen Beaty)
I wrote my mother, I wrote my father And now I'm writing you too I'm sure of mother, I'm sure of father And now I want to be sure Very, very sure Of you
Don't sit under the apple tree With anyone else but me Anyone else but me, anyone else but me No, no, no
Don't sit under the apple tree With anyone else but me Till I come marching home
I just got word from a girl who heard From the girl next door to me The boy she met just loves to pet And it fits you to a tee
So don't sit under the apple tree With anyone else but me Till I come marching home