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It's not far
I can walk
Down the block
To TableTalk
Close my eyes
Make the pies all day
Plastic a 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 gray
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 I'm making pies
I'm making pies
Making pies
Pies
Thursday nights
I go and type
Down at the church
For Father Mike
It gets me out
And he ain't hard to like
At 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
5am
Here I am
Walking the block
To TableTalk
You could cry or die
Or just make pies all day
I'm making pies
Making pies
Making pies
Making pies
I can walk
Down the block
To TableTalk
Close my eyes
Make the pies all day
Plastic a 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 gray
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 I'm making pies
I'm making pies
Making pies
Pies
Thursday nights
I go and type
Down at the church
For Father Mike
It gets me out
And he ain't hard to like
At 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
5am
Here I am
Walking the block
To TableTalk
You could cry or die
Or just make pies all day
I'm making pies
Making pies
Making pies
Making pies
Lyrics submitted by chancellor
Making Pies Lyrics as written by Patricia J. Griffin
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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I agree with much of what is written here, except that I think some are missing the nobility of work. Without a useful task to do, the main character might just fall apart. This is true of both typing and making pies. She is choosing to not cry or die. " I'm making pies " This is the prototypical stiff upper lip attitude of many of our elderly family who do not make being a victim their identity. I feel admiration for that toughness. "It's not far. I can walk" Good for her! Love this song and all it means.