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Making Pies

It's not far I can walk down the block to table talk

Close my eyes make the pies all day

Plastic cap on my hair I used to mind now I don't care

I used to mind now I don't care 'cause I'm great

Did I show you this picture of my nephew?

Taken at his big birthday surprise

At my sister's house last Sunday

This is Monday and we're making pies

I'm making pies, making pies

Thursday nights I go and type down at the church with father Mike

It gets me out and he ain't hard to like t all

Jesus stares at me in my chair with his big blue eyes

And his honey brown hair and he's looking at me way up there on the wall

Did I show you this picture of my sweetheart?

Taken of us before the war

Of the Greek and his Italian girl

One Sunday at the shore

We tied our ribbons to the fire escape

They were taken by the birds

Who flew home to the country

As the bombs rained on the world

5 a.m. here I am walking the block to table talk

You could cry or die or just make pies all day

I'm making pies, making pies

I'm making pies, making pies

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