Текст песни Bob Dylan - Country Pie
Bob Dylan - Country Pie слова песни
Just like old saxophone joeWhen hes got the hogshead up on his toeOh me, oh myLove that country pieListen to the fiddler playWhen hes playin til the break of dayOh me, oh myLove that country pieRaspberry, strawberry, lemon and limeWhat do I care? Blueberry, apple, cherry, pumpkin and plumCall me for dinner, honey, Ill be thereSaddle me up my big white gooseTie me on er and turn her looseOh me, oh myLove that country pieI dont need much and that aint no lieAint runnin any raceGive to me my country pieI wont throw it up in anybodys faceShake me up that old peach treeLittle jack horners got nothin on meOh me, oh myLove that country pie