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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Blueberry and cherry, and home-made apple pie, Country girls bake them, the apple of your eye; Each pie’s got a number—which one will you choose? Look at all those country girls, looking right at you. It’s a Pie-Supper Summer, in Nineteen and Thirty-Eight, Down at the school house—you know you can’t be late; Lemonade and coffee, wash that pie right down; Your friends and your neighbors, from the hills and from the town. It’s a Pie-Supper Summer, in the Ozark mountain hills, Mighty big appetite--you know you’re going to get your fill; It’s a Pie-Supper Summer in the Ozark mountain hills: You can shut your eyes…you can see that picture still. Billy brings along his Gene Autry, Sears guitar, He likes Tex Ritter, and those cowboy picture stars; Bill buys a pie prepared by Becky Lou— Look at all those young folks…sneaking off two-by-two! Becky. She says “Now Billy, I think we’d better get hitched soon— I can see Daddy’s shotgun reflecting the Ozark moon!” So they get married down in Arkansas, late one Saturday— Billy’s dropping out of school…now he’s baling hay. Pearl Harbor comes along in December of Forty-One— On an Okinawa Beach, Billy tests out his M-1 gun— His mama gets a Gold Star—and he never got to know his kid, And Becky, she don’t say nothing…she keeps those feelings hid. And you know that Time, Time, Time has a way of adjusting All your dreams, And the years, keep right on flowing Like an Ozark mountain stream. Becky lives in Springfield in a high-rise all alone, And her son performs in Branson, in a theater all his own; On Decoration Day she puts a wreath on a hero’s grave, And she shuts her eyes and looks at yesterday. It’s a Pie-Supper Summer, in the Ozark mountain hills, Mighty big appetite, you know you’re going to get your fill, It’s a Pie-Supper Summer, in the Ozark mountain hills— You can shut your eyes…you can see that picture still. Blueberry and cherry, and home-made apple pie; Country girls bake them, the apple of your eye; Each pie’s got a number—which one will you chose? Look at all those country girls, looking right at you.
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