Shady Grove

Peaches in the summertime,
Apples in the Fall,
If I can't have the girl I love,
I don't want none at all.

Shady Grove, my little love, Shady Grove I know,
Shady Grove, my little love, I'm bound for Shady Grove.

I wish I had a banjo string made of golden twine,
Every tune I play at noon,
I wish that girl was mine.

I wish I had a needle and thread,
patterns I could sew,
Sew that pretty girl to my side,
And down the road I'd go.

Some come here to fiddle and dance,
Some come here to tarry,
Some come here to fiddle and dance,
I come here to marry.

Every night when I go home,
My wife I try to please her,
The more I try, the worse she gets,
Damned if I don't leave her.

Shady Grove, my little love, Shady Grove my darling,
Shady Grove, my little love, I'm going back to farming.