Benjamin Aurelius - Earl Brings The Pickle Pie (Copyright Free)

Official Audio for "Earl Brings The Pickle Pie" by Benjamin Aurelius out now I offer my music copyright free so creators can use awesome music without the headaches, and make their projects feel bigger, better, and more exciting. Website: http://www.benjaminaurelius.com Email: [email protected] Stream: SoundCloud:   / benjaminaurelius   Instagram -   / bennyscalzo   TikTok -   / bennyscalzo   X - https://x.com/bennyscalzo Lyrics: [Verse 1] Earl walked in with a paper sack And a grin that needed oil Said the fair folks up north got famous Putting pickles into pie crust foil Mama laughed so hard her glasses slipped June said, Lord, that sounds wrong I was busy with my weather app Counting heat dots all day long [Verse 2] The calf barn hose was kinked again The asphalt smelled like tar A kid drew Saturn with skinny rings On the dusty hood of Earl's old car The library had an art show sign Taped crooked by the door And my phone kept fixing what I meant Till I did not mean much anymore [Chorus] Earl brings the pickle pie Sweet cream, dill, and nerve Sets it down by the lemonade Like grace we did not deserve Under a sky gone clean and wide With the heat still in the pines He says, try one bite before you laugh Some good things take their time [Verse 3] I said that dish would lose for sure June kicked me under the seat Earl just cut a wobbling square And handed mine to me Then he slipped out toward the water trough Where my boy had dropped his rope Showed him how to twist it back Without making him feel slow [Chorus] Earl brings the pickle pie Sweet cream, dill, and nerve Sets it down by the lemonade Like grace we did not deserve Under a sky gone clean and wide With the heat still in the pines He says, try one bite before you laugh Some good things take their time [Bridge] After dark the comet talk came on Through the feed-store radio Saturn looked like a wedding band On the phone June held up low I found Earl by the folding chairs With flour on his sleeve Said, I am sorry for the joke He said, son, just help me clean [Final Chorus] Earl brings the pickle pie Sweet cream, dill, and nerve Sets it down by the lemonade Like grace we did not deserve Under a sky gone clean and wide With porch lights down the line We pass that pan from hand to hand Some good things take their time [Outro] June saved the last small crooked piece Wrapped in wax paper tight Earl drove home with the windows cracked And the Milky Way bright