Diane and Billy's been friends forever
They go back a long time
They grew up together
She called to tell us
He'd written from Rome
For the whole month of August
He'd be at home.
So we went to see him
At her house one evening
In the place where they'd spent
All their summers as kids
We walked all around
In the small bayside town
Where his Dad's called the bingo
For thirty-five years.
And later on that night
Under the porch light
Mrs. Pinocci brought her six-string over
She said she'd been playin' since she turned fifty-seven
And now I guess she's more than twenty years older.
She played Yankee Doodle we sang along with her
She passed it around and we all played a number
Neighbors and friends dropped by for the singin'
And later a guy no one knew came to sit in.
For the moon on the water
For the light from the stars
Oh, I thank the spirits
Whatever they are
For friendships that last
And songs from the past
And Mrs. Pinocci's guitar.
And Mrs. Pinocci's guitar...
Cheryl Wheeler - Mrs. Pinocci's Guitar Lyrics
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Diane and Billy's been friends forever
They go back a long time
They grew up together
She called to tell us
He'd written from Rome
For the whole month of August
He'd be at home.
So we went to see him
At her house one evening
In the place where they'd spent
All their summers as kids
We walked all around
In the small bayside town
Where his Dad's called the bingo
For thirty-five years.
And later on that night
Under the porch light
Mrs. Pinocci brought her six-string over
She said she'd been playin' since she turned fifty-seven
And now I guess she's more than twenty years older.
She played Yankee Doodle we sang along with her
She passed it around and we all played a number
Neighbors and friends dropped by for the singin'
And later a guy no one knew came to sit in.
For the moon on the water
For the light from the stars
Oh, I thank the spirits
Whatever they are
For friendships that last
And songs from the past
And Mrs. Pinocci's guitar.
And Mrs. Pinocci's guitar...
They go back a long time
They grew up together
She called to tell us
He'd written from Rome
For the whole month of August
He'd be at home.
So we went to see him
At her house one evening
In the place where they'd spent
All their summers as kids
We walked all around
In the small bayside town
Where his Dad's called the bingo
For thirty-five years.
And later on that night
Under the porch light
Mrs. Pinocci brought her six-string over
She said she'd been playin' since she turned fifty-seven
And now I guess she's more than twenty years older.
She played Yankee Doodle we sang along with her
She passed it around and we all played a number
Neighbors and friends dropped by for the singin'
And later a guy no one knew came to sit in.
For the moon on the water
For the light from the stars
Oh, I thank the spirits
Whatever they are
For friendships that last
And songs from the past
And Mrs. Pinocci's guitar.
And Mrs. Pinocci's guitar...