| Well lately I’ve been thinkin'
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| About some good home cookin'
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| Just like I haven’t eaten in the longest time
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| Now I like potato chips now please don’t get me wrong
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| But I haven’t tasted momma’s rhubarb pie in so very long
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| Rhubarb pie in the summer
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| Rhubarb pie made by my mother
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| Nothing better in the winter
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| Than rhubarb pie after dinnner
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| Twinkies may be better
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| Than a hole in the sweater
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| And the hole in the sweater
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| Beats a poke in the eye
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| If I had my choice I’d leave this
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| Gas station store
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| And then I’d travel back in time and
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| I’d sit down and have some more
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| Rhubarb pie in the summer
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| Rhubarb pie made by my mother
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| Nothing better in the winter
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| Than Rhubarb pie after dinner
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| Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa
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| Looking at the picture
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| In the sunday paper
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| Of the politician he’s talkin' to the press
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| And he looks like he’s been eating lemons all his life
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| Well, I think momma’s rhubarb pie could solve
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| More problems over night
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| Rhubarb pie in the summer
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| Rhubarb pie made by my mother
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| Nothing better in the winter
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| Than rhubarb pie after dinner
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| Rhubarb pie in the summer
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| Rhubarb pie made by my mother
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| Nothing better in the winter
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| Than rhubarb pie after dinner
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| Ah take me home… whoa
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| I like it with a crispy crust… whoa
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| And the sugar on top… whoa
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| Oh it makes my mouth water… whoa
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| I’m comin' home momma… whoa |