Sittin' outside in the morning sun, nowhere near the dock of the bay. Neighborhood Zach meanders by. He does that several times a day. The Cactus wrens are demonstrative as they scurry across the desert floor. Folks are off to work and school. I'm not a Beatle, but I'm Apple to the core. Apple to the core. Apple to the core. We shall come rejoicing, Apple to the core. Sittin' outside with my wife in the evening, watchin' the Milky Way drift by. We're far from our verdant beginnings beneath this desert sky. Apple to the core. Apple to the core. We shall come rejoicing, Apple to the core.  

Tagses: acoustic, beatles, the desert, (we can link these up later)

Link to the mp3 file:
Apple to the Core
Link to this view of the song:
http://songs.netscrap.com/songs/?scrap_id=4211&scrap_category=42