Lord, there goes Johnny Appleseed,
He might pass by in the hour of need,
There's a lot of souls,
Ain't drinking from no well locked in a factory.

Hey - look there goes,
Hey - look there goes,
If you're after getting the honey - hey,
Then you don't go killing all the bees.

Lord, there goes Martin Luther King,
Notice how the door closes when the chimes of freedom ring,
I hear what you're saying, I hear what he's saying,
Is what was true down along the soul.

Hey - I hear what you're saying,
Hey - I hear what he's saying,
If you're after getting the honey - hey,
Then you don't go killing all the bees.

What the people are saying,
And we know every road - go, go,
What the people are saying,
There ain't no berries on the trees,

Let the summertime sun,
Fall on the apple - fall on the apple.

Lord, there goes a Buick forty-nine,
Black sheep of the angels riding, riding down the line,
We think there is a soul, we don't know,
That soul is hard to find.

Hey - down along the road,
Hey - down along the road,
If you're after getting the honey,
Then you don't go killing all the bees.

Hey - it's what the people are saying,
It's what the people are saying,
Hey - there ain't no berries on the trees,
Hey - that's what the people are saying, no berries on the trees,
You're checking out the honey, baby,
You had to go killin' all the bees.