Making Pies - karaoke text
It’s not farI can walkDown the blockTo Table TalkClose my eyesMake the pies all dayPlastic capon my hairI used to mindNow I don’t careI used to mindNow I don’t careCause I’m GrayDid I show you this picture of my nephewTaken at his big birthday surpriseAt my sister’s house last SundayThis is Monday and we’re making piesI’m making piesMaking piesPiesThursday nightsI go and typeDown at the churchWith Father MikeIt gets me outAnd he ain’t hard to likeAt allJesus stares at meIn my chairWith his big blue eyesAnd his honey brown hairAnd he’s looking at meWay up thereOn the wallDid I show you this picture of my sweetheartTaken of us before the warOf the Greek and his Italian girlOne Sunday at the shoreWe tied our ribbons to the fire escapeThey were taken by the birdsWho flew home to the countryAs the bombs rained on the world5amHere I amWalking the blockTo TableTalkYou could cry or dieOr just make pies all dayI’m making piesMaking piesMaking piesMaking pies
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