Pecan Pie

Well, I got a little somethin' sweet tonight, Yes, I got a little somethin' sweet. Down by the farm on a Saturday night, She called me over when the moon hung right. Had a thin cotton sack tied up with string, Said, "Got something right here that'll make you sing." She set that pie down on the kitchen chair, The smell o' pecans were fillin' up the air. Sweet lil' tart, hot as a Georgia heat, She said, "Eat as much as you want of this little treat." I don't hurry what the good Lord made, Some things get sweeter when they're properly laid. One little bite, then another one slow, My girl knows I can't leave it alone. That pecan pie, what a tasty treat, Fair golden top and a filling so sweet. I don't need a knife, I don't need no spoon, I'll be working on that pie till the middle of June. She sat in her chair, watching with a grin, Said, "You sure do know how to dig right in." I said, "My Miss Honey, don't you worry none, I know where that sweetness come from." Got the coffee brewing in my favorite cup, The rooster crowed and wouldn't let up. She looked across the table and started to grin, Said, "Gluttony is an eternal sin." Now the old folks talk when the sun goes down, About that sweet little pie all over town. But she and I smile and give a tiniest nod, What happens at night stays between us and God. So if you smell a sweetness in the evenin' air, You might find me sitting in her kitchen chair. She knows what I like, and I know why— Ain't nothing quite like her pecan pie. That pecan pie, what a tasty treat, Fair golden top and a filling so sweet. I don't need a knife, I don't need no spoon, I'll be working on that pie till the middle of June. I'll take my time till there's nothing left, Just the sweet little gal that brought me pecan pie. Just the sweet little gal that brought me pecan pie.