Ma, I Miss Your Apple Pie

Performed by Dean Hudson and Dixie Debs
Recorded August 1, 1941
Written by John Jacob Loeb and Carmen Lombardo

My brother Bill is in the army now
We heard from him today
His waist's not getting back to normal now
Here's what he had to say:

Ma, I miss your apple pie
Ma, I miss your stew
Ma, they're treating me alright
But they can't cook like you

Oh, Ma, nobody's spoiling me
Like you used to do
They won't let me stay in bed until noon
At five-forty-five they play me a tune
Oh, Ma, I miss your apple pie
And by the way, I miss you too

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