Applejack

I'm not the sort to fall easily in love No, they are few and far between that catch my eyes But when she walked up with that smile and "howdy do" My tongue-tied knots I didn't know that it could tie She's gorgeous, pragmatic, industrious, and kind She downright radiates agrarian allure If there was a contest for winsome country class There'd be a bright blue ribbon headed straight to her Blonde, freckled, and green-eyed My heart is hogtied That twang is knocking me out Take me on down to your farm, girl Turn on your charm, girl That countrified charisma is what I'm all about, uh My, oh, my, yeah, she's a down-home Southern saint She tells it like it is and won't go saying things that ain't Sweet as apple cider and with spice enough to spare And "I won't ever want no other," I do declare There is none who holds a candle on this side of anywhere She's not afraid of a little sweat and mud She's got my heart beating a steady pitter pat No fuss, no pretense, and nary a complaint I swear she hides a halo 'neath that stetson hat Caring, devoted, and level-headed And good Lord, her baking is a gift from the divine Oh, tell me that she feels the same way that I do I'll be her sugar cube, she'll be my Valentine Blonde, freckled, and green-eyed My heart is hogtied That twang is knocking me out Take me on down to your farm, girl Turn on your charm, girl That countrified charisma is what I'm all about, whoo! My, oh, my, yeah, she's a down-home Southern saint She tells it like it is and won't go saying things that ain't Sweet as apple cider and with spice enough to spare And "I won't ever want no other," I do declare There is none who holds a candle on this side of anywhere, no, no Yeah, my, oh, my, girl's a down-home Southern saint She tells it like it is and won't go saying things that ain't Oh, sweet as apple cider and with spice enough to spare And "I won't ever want no other," I do declare There is none who holds a candle on this side of anywhere