I Can't Pass an Orchard

—Onie Wheeler

Pretty girls are like an orchard
Pretty fruit decorates the tree
Pretty girls decorate a city
For a country boy like me
I've picked them ripe, sometimes too green
But I just don't give a hoot
I just can't pass an orchard
without getting a little fruit

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I can pick the apple of my eye
Even on a crowded street
Somehow I just can't pass them by
When they're prettier than a Georgia peach
I should go home left well-enough alone
And quit spendin' all of my loot
But I just can't pass an orchard
without getting a little fruit

An apple will spoil rotten
If you handle it too much
I've spoiled all the pretty girls
I can't love them enough
I need their love to survive
Like a fruit tree needs its roots
I just can't pass an orchard
without getting a little fruit

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