Abigail Washburn - Eve Stole The Apple lyrics

Old folks told me you're not coming home. Old folks told me gotta move along. Like a ripe ol' fruit on a borrowed vine I hang around, oh, lord, I hang around. Eve stole the apple from the tree good lord I know she could be me, I know she could be me Big brother told me I got something wrong. Big brother told me sing a different song. Like a tolling bell in its final hour I'll make a sound, oh, lord, I'll make one sound. Another man done gone he sang this song good lord I know he could be me, I know he could be me 'Round the mountain there's another shore. 'Round the corner there's another door. Like a bleeding man on his native soil I'll stand my ground, oh lord, I'll stand my ground. They nailed him to the cross for no sin good lord' I know he could be me, I know he could be me They nailed him to the cross Another man done gone Eve stole the apple from the tree good lord I know she could be me I know she could be me I know she could be me