Apple Tree taby ukulele według Marika Hackman

[Intro]
Am  C  D7  F
(whistling, no accompaniment)

Am

[Verse 1]
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                         
The taste in the mouths of the 
C
starving crowds
   D7                             
Oh, pulling at the leaves, pulling 
F
off to me
   Am               Em
In   feet first the savage dust
      G            G/F#     Am
Don’t leave me be, leave me be


[Chorus 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

[Verse 2]
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

[Chorus 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