My Very Own Apple Pie
©2007 Garrett Clevenger
G C G "It's delicious. It's delicious. It's sweet and warm and mine.
G D G It's delicious. It's delicious. My very own apple pie."
C D My baby makes the best apple pie. I really am the luckiest guy.
G C She picks the plumpest fruit she finds and kneads the dough and cloves she grinds,
D then bakes it all, oh, so right.
C D She put one on the window sill to cool it, but someone did steal.
G C I followed the footsteps and thought I'd kill. It's hard to believe to this day still.
D My baby grinnin' from her fill say's,
C D I bought some ripe fruit to make a pie. So I would be the happiest guy.
G C I slaved all day, until I was tired, so I shut my eyes
D and was woken by my baby's cry,
C D My baby made her way toward me and said, "I saved you a piece.
G C and also put on some ice cream." and fed me like it was a dream
D but wouldn't wake when I screamed,