It's not far I can walk Down the block To TableTalk
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 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
by Patty Griffin
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8 comments:
Really yummy looking pie. Interesting poem, or is it a song?
Have a good one!
Kelly,
It is a song. It has become one of my favorites lately.
I can't figure out how to put a song up, or else I would. Nice arrangement that does the words justice.
I followed your link from Graces blog. Nice blog you have here. Is this a song from that movie, the Waitress?
I love that the song is by a Patty. Around my neck of the woods "Patty's pies" are famous don't ya know? It is just assumed now that I will bring them to any get together, which is good because then I don't have to think about what to make and/or take.
Miranda,
Welcome! I don't know if the song was from that movie. I tend to doubt it though.
Hey Lena, how are you today?
Patty,
I don't think we have Patty's pies around here. How great to have a signature dish to bring to parties that you don't have to make! Lucky!
Lena
Hi Kelly,
I am good today!
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