Too Many Apples

[Chorus] Kansas sun beats on the cracked asphalt Three o'clock here, feelin' the heat Stopped at this old station, smell of oil and hay Got this postcard from my mama, ten years yesterday Said the apples on the tree, too many to eat Now the radio crackles, a forgotten country beat [Verse] This old Ford's been my home on the road Miles and memories, a heavy load Was gonna swing by home, just a passing glance Heard they moved on, left me to chance No forwarding address, nowhere to find Just this worn-out picture, messin' with my mind [Pre-Chorus] Sitting on the hood, with a warm Coke can Watching wheat fields sway, since my life began Her handwriting's faded, I can barely trace But that sweet apple taste, still fills this place [Chorus] Kansas sun beats on the cracked asphalt Three o'clock here, feelin' the heat Stopped at this old station, smell of oil and hay Got this postcard from my mama, ten years yesterday Said the apples on the tree, too many to eat Now the radio crackles, a forgotten country beat [Verse] Remember climbing branches, scraped knees and a grin She'd bake a pie for supper, that sweet cinnamon This highway's a river, always flowing on But a part of me's stuck here, since the day they were gone Thought I'd see their faces, hear their voices loud Just ghosts in the dust now, under this cloud [Bridge] The wind whispers secrets through the empty pumps Stories of travelers, past their worn out trucks This yellowed card is all I have left to hold A simple message, worth more than gold Too many apples, a sweetness I can taste But the orchard's empty, time I can't retrace [Chorus] Kansas sun beats on the cracked asphalt Three o'clock here, feelin' the heat Stopped at this old station, smell of oil and hay Got this postcard from my mama, ten years yesterday Said the apples on the tree, too many to eat Now the radio crackles, a forgotten country beat [Outro]