Making Pies
Lyrics 
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
full lyrics... 
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
full lyrics... 
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Features Of This Song
folk roots
country influences
repetitive melodic phrasing
demanding instrumental part writing
acoustic sonority
major key tonality
a breathy female lead vocalist
a prominent accordion part
acoustic rhythm guitars
a mid-tempo swing feel
a mid-tempo two step groove

These are just a few of the hundreds of attributes cataloged for this song by the Music Genome Project.
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You could cry or die or just make pies all day
I'm making pies, making pies
I used to mind now I don't care 'cause I'm great
They were taken by the birds
Plastic cap on my hair I used to mind now I don't care
Taken of us before the war
As the bombs rained on the world
And his honey brown hair and he's looking at me way up there on the wall
Close my eyes make the pies all day
At my sister's house last Sunday
Of the Greek and his Italian girl
Taken at his big birthday surprise
It's not far I can walk down the block to table talk
Who flew home to the country
Publishers: ALMO MUSIC CORP, ONE BIG LOVE MUSIC
5 a.m. here I am walking the block to table talk
Did I show you this picture of my nephew?
Jesus stares at me in my chair with his big blue eyes
This is Monday and we're making pies
It gets me out and he ain't hard to like t all
Songwriter: Patricia J Griffin
We tied our ribbons to the fire escape
I'm making pies, making pies
I'm making pies, making pies
Thursday nights I go and type down at the church with father Mike
One Sunday at the shore
Did I show you this picture of my sweetheart?
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