Marionberry Pie

When I was just a young boy,

playin' in the fields

My momma'd go out on the porch,

and call me for the meal

I'd drag my feet and skip a rock,

make believe until

I remembered what was coolin' up there

on that window sill.

Chorus

It was a sweet, sweet, Marionberry Pie.

There ain't nothing better underneath

this big ol’ western sky.

It's like manna from heaven,

I'd lay down and die

for some sweet, sweet, Marionberry Pie.

Verse 2

Hurry to the table, better not be late

I'd be one of many

fixed on cleaning up my plate

Like little kids at Christmas,

we'd gather old and young

Yearnin’ for the moment

when that first bite hit our tongue.


Verse 3

Flour, sugar, berries,

in the morning she'd begin.

She worked her magic with my

grandma’s wooden rolling pin

Long about mid-afternoon,

smell the baking dough

She did it all from memory

and there before you'd know