I hate myself for loving you and the weakness that it showed You were just a painted face on a trip down to suicide road The stage was set, the lights went out all around the old hotel
Alberta, let your hair hang low, Alberta, let your hair hang low I'll give you more gold than your apron can hold If you'll only let your hair hang low.
Alberta, let your hair hang low, Alberta, let your hair hang low, I'll give you more gold than your apron can hold If you'll only let your hair hang low.
"There must be some way out of here" said the joker to the thief "There's too much confusion", I can't get no relief Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth
Under that apple suckling tree, oh yeah, under that apple suckling tree Oh yeah ! Underneath that tree, there's just gonna be you and me Under that apple suckling tree, oh yeah !