Trad. Arr./Lyrics by Steve Miller

I wish I were an apple

Swingin' in an apple tree

Every time my baby came by

She'd take a bite of me



Tell me that she loves me

Call me sugar plum

Throw her arms around me

Till I thought my time had come



You better get on home (You better get on home)

You better get on home (You better get on home)

You better get on home (You better get on home)

I'm gonna marry you some day



You know I love you honey

Love your kisses, too

There isn't a thing in this whole darn world

That I would not do for you



Take me to the parlor, baby

Cool me with your fan

I swear you are the sweetest thing

In the sight of mortal man



You better get on home (You better get on home)

You better get on home (You better get on home)

You better get on home (You better get on home)

I'm gonna marry you some day



You better get on home (You better get on home)

You better get on home (You better get on home)

You better get on home (You better get on home)

I'm gonna marry you some day



Where you come darling

It must be from down south

I can tell, I can tell, I can tell pretty mama

By the bees buzzin' 'round your mouth



Now way over yonder

On yonder's wall

Get down with me darling

Get down y'all



You better get on home (You better get on home)

You better get on home (You better get on home)

You better get on home (You better get, you better get on home)

I'm gonna marry you some day



You better get on home (You better get on home)

You better get on home (You better get on home)

You better get on home (You better get, you better get on home)

I'm gonna marry you some day



You better get on home (You better get on home)

You better get on home (You better get on home)

You better get on home (You better get, you better get on home)

I'm gonna marry you some day