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Just like old saxophone joe
When he’s got the hogshead up on his toe
Oh me, oh my
Love that country pie
Listen to the fiddler play
When he’s 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, I’ll 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 don’t need much and that ain’t no lie
Ain’t runnin’ any race
Give to me my country pie
I won’t throw it up in anybody’s face
Shake me up that old peach tree
Little jack horner’s got nothin’ on me
Oh me, oh my
Love that country pie
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Lyrics: Bob Dylan
