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|  | Текст (слова) песни: Bob Dylan -  Country Pie
 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
 
 
    
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