Lyrics Making Pies - Patty Griffin

Making Pies

Its not far
I can walk
Down the block
To tabletalk
Close my eyes
Make the pies all day
I stick a cap
On my hair
I used to mind
Now I dont care
I used to mind
Now I dont care
Cause Im great
Did I show you this picture of my nephew
Taken at his big birthday surprise
At my sisters house last sunday
This is monday and were making pies
Im making pies
Making pies
Pies
Thursday nights
I go and type
Down at the church
With father mike
It gets me out
And he aint hard to like
At all
Jesus stares at me In my chair
With his big blue eyes
And his honey brown hair
And hes 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
Im making pies
Making pies
Making pies
Making pies