apple pie Livin' hard, riding high Feelin' every minute Like the Fourth of July Go for broke, do or die American as apple pie It's American as apple
Pie and Apple Pan Dowdy Makes your eyes light up Your tummy say "Howdy." Shoo Fly Pie and Apple Pan Dowdy I never get enough of that wonderful stuff Shoo Fly Pie
I got a message on my phone Some chick from Rolling Stone said "We'd like to do an interview And take a few pictures of you" Well, my label says I'm
We should leave this old town Take the highway past the riverside And when the dust settles down We'll be rollin' 'cross The Great Divide Annabelle,
Everybody wants to dance with my baby: Everybody wants to hold her for a song. Ain't a man alive she don't drive crazy. All them boys, they just can't
Sure thing, you're a sweet dream And I'm flattered, believe that I do appreciate the offer All right, just one dance Lord have mercy, girl, you sure
Watchin' the neon flicker Familiar smell of liquor in the air It's late an' no one knows my name or face Think I've found the perfect place to disappear
Well, there's a two o'clock flight down to Key West I could catch it if I leave now, I bet Where the steel drums sound while sun sinks down in the water
Well, I'm a ramblin' man facin' my temptations Now I ain't talkin' 'bout my salvation Or some woman lyin' up against my skin It's all about the music
Go out yonder, peace in the valley Come down town, have a rumble in the alley Oh, you don't know the shape I'm in Has anybody seen my lady 'Cause livin
a damn what religion or race We don't hate Grab you a plate, an' get a taste We're servin' it up, y'all, hot apple pie Hey, hey we gotta say Redneck
Well, the watch in my pocket's never quite on time. I'm like an old cow tail, always draggin' behind. Seems I'm always runnin' just to catch the bus,
There's a rumor goin' round that it looks like splittsville between us But all of that talk's just talk, so don't you believe it 'Cause I got a call from
There's a train leavin' somewhere from a station There's a plane due almost anywhere, every hour on the hour I can walk down any street, put miles under
in a favorite spot Pitch that pitchfork out the way Hillbillies love it in the hay Grab that bottle of strawberry wine Plate full of chicken and some of that pie
a blanket in a favorite spot Pitch that pitchfork out of the way Hillbillies love it in the hay!!!! Grab that bottle of strawberry wine Plateful of chicken and some of that pie
The prisons make this country great; apple pie and police state. The security that the children know is not worth it if this is where they'll go.
How many wrong turns can I make I'd give a million dollars just to see her smile on top of me But if she won't give it up well that's okay I never liked
