She turned fifteen and what do you know
Men start coming in their Sunday clothes
Thin or fat, short or tall
She picks a man like an apple in the fall
Like an apple in the fall
She used to tussle over any old thing
Now she's sitting pretty on an old porch swing
One rides up on a big red horse
One walks away through the mud, of course
Through the mud, of course
She's the middle child and a tomboy too
Oldest went away, youngest a fool
Papa went north, said he'd be back soon
Landline fell beneath the harvest moon
'Neath the harvest moon
Pretty yellow dress and a flower in her hair
Mama packs a chest with all she can spare
He starts working, toil and strife
She learns how to be a wife
How to be a wife
She turned fifteen and what do you know
Men start coming in their Sunday clothes
Thin or fat, short or tall
She picks a man like an apple in the fall
Turned fifteen and what do you know
Men start coming in their Sunday clothes
Thin or fat, short or tall
She picks a man like an apple in the fall
Like an apple in the fall