Eve Stole The Apple

Old folks told me you're not coming home

Old folks told me, gotta move along

Like a ripe ol' fruit on a borrowed vine

I hang around, oh

Lord, I hang around

Eve stole the apple from the tree, good

LordI know she could be me,

I know she could be me

Big brother told me

I got something wrong

Big brother told me sing a different song

Like a tolling bell in its final hour

I'll make a sound, oh

Lord, I'll make one sound

Another man done gone, he sang this song, good

LordI know he could be me,

I know he could be me'

Round the mountain there's another shore'

Round the corner there's another door

Like a bleeding man on his native soil

I'll stand my ground, oh

Lord, I'll stand my ground

They nailed him to the cross for no sin, good

LordI know he could be me,

I know he could be me

They nailed him to the cross

Another man done gone

Eve stole the apple from the tree, good

LordI know she could be me,

I know she could be me

I know she could be me