Take your apples from the earth
And your fingerlings from the air
If you cried when you were born
Cuz it ain't fair
You got nothin', nothing to wear
And there's a drink that we're all needin'
I need to weep, but we have tried
And though the clouds keep on seedin'
Still, the county remains dry
The county remains dry
I see your coat, that it needs sewin'
And these seeds will see the cornsilk rise
But in your absence, nothin's growin'
And still, the county remains dry
The county remains dry
Still we keep on dreamin'
Of that 50-year flood
Of oceans of plasma
And rivers of blood
Take your apples from the earth
And your fingerlings from the air
If you cried when you were born
Cuz it ain't fair
You got nothin', nothing to wear