Country pie de Bob Dylan

Just like old saxophone joe
when he's hot 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 on my big white goose
tie me on 'er 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.