Mack Murphy & The Inmates - Allie | Текст песни

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Old Allie’s Baseball mitt with all those poems
Written all over the fingers & pocket in green ink
So that he would have something to read out in the field
When nobody was up at bat

He never got mad at anybody
& I remember he used to laugh so hard
at something he thought of at the dinner table
that he just about fell off his chair

He’s dead now, oh, Allie my brother
Two years younger than me
You would’ve liked him, yes you would’ve
He died when we were up in Maine

Allie, Allie, this world seems so empty without thee

Then I broke all the windows in the garage
Did it with my fist – just for the hell of it
Even tried to break all the windows of that
Station wagon we had that summer

My hand still hurts me once in a while
When it rains & all, & when it’s cold outside
I can’t make a real fist anymore
At least, not a tight one