The Day Clapton Lost to the Apple

[Verse 1] In the summer of '75, on a stage with burning lights, Eric Clapton played his blues, his soul took flight. Guitar strings were weeping, the crowd's hearts were steeped, When from the shadows came a sight, a challenge so deep. [Verse 2] A whisper through the night, a tale from the trees, An apple soared through the air, defying all decrees. Clapton played his final note, eyes wide with disbelief, As the apple struck the chord, a legend of sweet relief. [Chorus] Oh, the night when Clapton lost to a flying apple’s call, He strummed his last, the crowd in awe, no curtain could fall. A twist of fate, a fruit so great, stole the show, In the annals of rock 'n' roll, forever it would grow. [Outro] Now they sing of the day, in stories told and untold, How Clapton met his match, by an apple so bold. The legend lives on, in the hearts of the free, The night the blues were beaten, by a fruit from a tree.