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 lord

I 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 lord

I 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 lord'

I 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 lord

I know she could be me

I know she could be me

I know she could be me