INTRO: Am F Am F Am
It's not far, I can walk
[F]Down the block to table talk
[C]Close my eyes, make the pies all [G]day
[Am]Plastic cap on my hair
I [F]used to mind now I don't care
I [C]used to mind now I don't care 'cause I'm[G] great
Did I show you this [F]picture of my [C]nephew?
Taken at his [F]big birthday sur[C]prise
At my [F]sister's house last [C]Sunday
This is [G]Monday and we're making pies
I'm making [Dm]pies, making [F]pies, I-[C]hi hi[G][F]
[Am]Thursday nights I go and type
[F]Down the church with father Mike
It [C]gets me out and he ain't hard to [G]like at all
[Am]Jesus stares at me in my chair with his
[F]Big blue eyes and his honey brown hair and he's
[C]Looking at me way up there on the [G]wall
Did I show you this [F]picture of my [C]sweetheart?
Taken of [F]us before the [C]war
Of the [F]Greek and his Italian [C]girl
One [G]Sunday at the shore
We tied our [F]ribbons to the [C]fire escape
They were [G]taken by the [F]birds
Who flew home to the [C]country
As the [G]bombs rained on the [F]world
[Am]5 a.m. here I am
[F]Walking the block to table talk
You could [C]cry or die or just make pies all [G]day
I'm making [Dm]pies, making[F] pies
I'm making [Dm]pies, making[F] pies [C] [G] [F] [C][G][Am][G][F][Am]
It's not far, I can walk
[F]Down the block to table talk
[C]Close my eyes, make the pies all [G]day
[Am]Plastic cap on my hair
I [F]used to mind now I don't care
I [C]used to mind now I don't care 'cause I'm[G] great
Did I show you this [F]picture of my [C]nephew?
Taken at his [F]big birthday sur[C]prise
At my [F]sister's house last [C]Sunday
This is [G]Monday and we're making pies
I'm making [Dm]pies, making [F]pies, I-[C]hi hi[G][F]
[Am]Thursday nights I go and type
[F]Down the church with father Mike
It [C]gets me out and he ain't hard to [G]like at all
[Am]Jesus stares at me in my chair with his
[F]Big blue eyes and his honey brown hair and he's
[C]Looking at me way up there on the [G]wall
Did I show you this [F]picture of my [C]sweetheart?
Taken of [F]us before the [C]war
Of the [F]Greek and his Italian [C]girl
One [G]Sunday at the shore
We tied our [F]ribbons to the [C]fire escape
They were [G]taken by the [F]birds
Who flew home to the [C]country
As the [G]bombs rained on the [F]world
[Am]5 a.m. here I am
[F]Walking the block to table talk
You could [C]cry or die or just make pies all [G]day
I'm making [Dm]pies, making[F] pies
I'm making [Dm]pies, making[F] pies [C] [G] [F] [C][G][Am][G][F][Am]
