Bob Dylan - Country Pie текст песни

Just like old saxophone joe

When hes got the hogshead up on his toe

Oh me, oh my

Love that country pie

Listen to the fiddler play

When hes playin til the break of day

Oh me, oh my

Love that country pie

Raspberry, strawberry, lemon and lime

What do I care?

Blueberry, apple, cherry, pumpkin and plum

Call me for dinner, honey, Ill be there

Saddle me up my big white goose

Tie me on er and turn her loose

Oh me, oh my

Love that country pie

I dont need much and that aint no lie

Aint runnin any race

Give to me my country pie

I wont throw it up in anybodys face

Shake me up that old peach tree

Little jack horners got nothin on me

Oh me, oh my

Love that country pie