by Bob Dylan



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