thing to Heaven Yeah, it's you Closest thing to Heaven, Heaven Look the world right in the eye Eat the countries that are making billions Sweet as homemade apple pie
the workers who toil night and day By hand and by brain to earn your pay Who for centuries long past for no more than your bread Have bled for your countries
play the piano and then Every summer I was out in South Ben Grand pops a bartender at a country club Me and my cousins from grand rapid was living it
, you know, talk em through it Know these beads is more than music whenever I talk to it Destined for greatness and y'all knew this, when I doubled the pie
I?m a flag waving patriotic nephew of my Uncle Sam A rough riding fighting Yankee man I love mom and apple pie and the freedoms that we all enjoy Across
Rich ] Well we just passed county line be home about a half past nine See the friends that I once knew I gotta lotta much to do Have a piece of apple pie
And the sistas, How ya likin us now, Competitas gon' bow, Ain't nothin' top dollar straight corner to corner, Keeps my hand in the pie like little jack
Tweedle Dee Well, they're goin' to the country, they're goin' to retire They're takin' a street car named Desire Lookin' at a window with a pecan pie
t wear no hat and no he don't wear no shoes He don't wear no hat and no he don't wear no shoes He just hangs on the corner singin' those country blues
just wants a piece of pie - you got any of that in this bakery? Slick Rick: Oh, I got every pie you can think of. I've of strawberry pie, blueberry pie, apple pie
be me, what it feels like to be country! Y'all come with me, check this out. I really want all of y'all to see That it's great to be country and great
Here is the smell of seafood pie A broken tower on the open sky A chain of islands rolling west In sight of the house where we are guests A rambling
Down at the corner store Never busy any more He's in the back room talking pie In there all by himself Counting bugs up on the shelf Watching the window
Ho, ho what do you know? Hop in my car and let's go. Well this is a song for America, Home of the red, white, and blue. Land of Marilyn Monroe and James Dean, Apple pie
I was singin' on the way to work in my car I wanna be a country rock star (Country rock star) I wanna be a country rock star (Country rock star) (Country rock star) (Country
When I was a little bitty boy Just up off a floor We used to go down to Grandma's house Ev'ry month end or so, We'd heva chicken pie and country ham
But though the folks back home, we can stand right up and say "It's a country thang" It's a country thang It's a country thang That's right
Just outside of delta country Where the bitter weeds growin wild Born seven miles outside of Woodland Was a Chicasaw County child An Poppa done brung