Standin’ in Wenatchee waitin’ for a job Come a farmer in a pick-up, thank God Slept in a barn on a pile of hay Be pickin’ apples all day like a dog 25 bags fill a bin 6 when I finish, I’ll be done in There’s so many trees to be picked These Wenatchee apples makin’ me sick Oh, Wenatchee What wind blew me here? Oh, Wenatchee But we won’t shed no tear Woke up in the mornin’ there’s a chill in the air Think I’ll head down south to the land that’s fair There’s a jungle camp where it’s warm in the night Or you could sleep on the beach, yeah, I just might If I see another apple, it’ll be too soon I’ll be ridin’ the SP tomorrow by noon Oh, Wenatchee What wind blew me here? Oh, Wenatchee But we won’t shed no tear Oh, Wenatchee What wind blew me here? Oh, Wenatchee But we won’t shed no tear There’s nothin’ really wrong with Wenatchee I just don’t like workin’ so it’s down to me So goodbye, so long Wenatchee I’ll see you next year When I need money Oh, Wenatchee What wind blew me here? Oh, Wenatchee But we won’t shed no tear Oh, Wenatchee What wind blew me here? Oh, Wenatchee But we won’t shed no tear Won’t shed no tear Won’t shed no tear Won’t shed no Won’t shed no Tear