Lord, there goes Johnny Appleseed   He might pass by in the hour of need   There's a lot of souls   Ain't drinking from no well locked in a factory      Hey - look there goes   Hey - look there goes   If you're after getting the honey - hey   Then you don't go killing all the bees      Lord, there goes Martin Luther King   Notice how the door closes when the chimes of freedom ring   I hear what you're saying, I hear what he's saying   Is what was true down along the soul      Hey - I hear what you're saying   Hey - I hear what he's saying   If you're after getting the honey - hey   Then you don't go killing all the bees      What the people are saying   And we know every road - go, go   What the people are saying   There ain't no berries on the trees      Let the summertime sun   Fall on the apple - fall on the apple      Lord, there goes a Buick forty-nine   Black sheep of the angels riding, riding down the line   We think there is a soul, we don't know   That soul is hard to find      Hey - down along the road   Hey - down along the road   If you're after getting the honey   Then you don't go killing all the bees      Hey - it's what the people are saying   It's what the people are saying   Hey - there ain't no berries on the trees   Hey - that's what the people are saying, no berries on the trees   You're checking out the honey, baby   You had to go killin' all the bees