At The Border, Guy

Lord, there goes Johnny Appleseed



He might pass by in the hour of need



There's a lot of souls



Ain't drinking from no well locked in a factory



Hey - look there goes



Hey - look there goes



If you're after getting the honey - hey



Then you don't go killing all the bees



Lord, there goes Martin Luther King



Notice how the door closes when the chimes of freedom ring



I hear what you're saying, I hear what he's saying



Is what was true down along the soul



Hey - I hear what you're saying



Hey - I hear what he's saying



If you're after getting the honey - hey



Then you don't go killing all the bees



What the people are saying



And we know every road - go, go



What the people are saying



There ain't no berries on the trees



Let the summertime sun



Fall on the apple - fall on the apple



Lord, there goes a Buick forty-nine



Black sheep of the angels riding, riding down the line



We think there is a soul, we don't know



That soul is hard to find



Hey - down along the road



Hey - down along the road



If you're after getting the honey



Then you don't go killing all the bees



Hey - it's what the people are saying



It's what the people are saying



Hey - there ain't no berries on the trees



Hey - that's what the people are saying, no berries on the trees



You're checking out the honey, baby



You had to go killin' all the bees