Picked Fences Lyrics

"Cream colored apples growin' on the vine,"

Said the lizard to the magpie that did dine

On the cream colored tree, that was next to me

I could see the sun comin' up on out of the ground

And I was lookin' at the sun, which was skyward bound

Picked fences held the damns in

Picked fences locked us out

Picked fences kept them away

Picked fences made us shout

Picked fences never stopped us

Picked fences held us back

Picked fences would make peace

But then they would attack

I see a squirrel on a sycamore tree,

And I think that he's awaitin' for me

I see a squirrel on a sycamore tree,

And I think that he's awaitin' for me

Walkin' down a mirror road, I came upon a flea

He told me of his troubles, and how he killed a tree

Next to me, I could see the moon comin' up on out of the ground

And I was looking at the moon, which was skyward bound

Picked fences held the damns in

Picked fences locked us out

Picked fences kept them away

Picked fences made us shout

Picked fences never stopped us

Picked fences held us back

Picked fences would make peace

But then they would attack