Don’t Ya Tell Henry Songtext
von Bob Dylan & The Band

Yes, I went down to the river on a Saturday morn
I′s lookin' around just to see who′s born
I spied a little chicken down on his knees
I went up and yelled to him, "Please, please, please!"

She said, "Don't ya tell Henry
Don't ya tell Henry
Don′t ya tell Henry
Apple′s got your fly"

Yes, I went down to the beanery at half past 12
I's lookin′ around just to see myself
I looked high and low, and I looked up above
And who did I see but the one I love


She said, "Now don't ya tell Henry
Don′t ya tell Henry
Don't ya tell Henry
Apple′s got your fly"

Yeah, I went down to the whorehouse the other night
I was lookin' around, I was out of sight
I looked at horse and saw me a mule
I looked for a cow and I saw me a few

They said, "Don't ya tell Henry
Don′t ya tell Henry
Don′t ya tell Henry
Apple's got your fly"

I went down to the river on a Saturday morn
I′s lookin' around just to see who′s born
I spied a little chicken down on his knees
I went up and yelled to him, "Please, please, please!"


She said, "Don't ya tell Henry
Don′t ya tell Henry
Don't ya tell Henry
Apple's got your fly"