Testi That Old Gang of Mine - Buddy Clark

That Old Gang of Mine

I’ve got a longing way down in my heart\nFor that old gang that has drifted apart\nThey were the best pals that I ever had\nI never thought that I’d want them so bad\nGee but I’d give the world to see\nThat old gang of mine\nI can’t forget that old quartette that sang «Sweet Adeline»\nGoodbye forever, old fellows and gals\nGoodbye forever, old sweethearts and pals\n(God bless them)\nGee but I’d give the world to see\nThat old gang of mine\nGee but I’d give the world to see\nThat old gang of mine\nI can’t forget that old quartette that sang «Sweet Adeline»\nGoodbye forever, old fellows and gals\nGoodbye forever, old sweethearts and pals\n(God bless them)\nGee but I’d give the world to see\nThat old gang of mine\nLast night I strolled to that old neighborhood\nThere on that corner I silently stood\nI felt so blue as the crowds hurried by\nNobody knew how I wanted to cry\nGee but I’d give the world to see\nThat old gang of mine\nI can’t forget that old quartette that sang «Sweet Adeline»\nGoodbye forever, old fellows and gals\nGoodbye forever, old sweethearts and pals\n(God bless them)\nGee but I’d give the world to see\nThat old gang of mine\nLast night 'neath a street lamp I silently stood\nOn the same corner back in that old neighborhood\nAs I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years\nIn my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears\nI looked at the lamppost, the pump and the stoop\nAnd again I could picture us kids in a group\nThere was Shorty, and Yeller and Skinny and Mike\nAnd the rich kid who had ball bearing skates and a bike\nAnd down near the school I could see the brick wall\nWhere we used to go for a game of handball\nAnd the crabby old janitor who chased us away\nSay, what I wouldn’t give to just see him today!\nAnd then came the parties and dances-- that’s why\nWe didn’t notice the years going by\nAnd the first thing we knew we were all twenty-one\nBut the Gang stuck together in a fight or in fun\n-And then came the War- the crowds in the street\n-The blast of the Bugle- the tramp of the feet\nAnd the gang, that old gang of mine\nWas the first gang that hit the Von Hindenburg line.\nBut the war is all over and last night as I stood\nOn the same corner back in that old neighborhood\nI couldn’t help brushing a tear from my eye\nFor I knew not a face in the crowds that went by\nGone forever are the pals that I love\nThere isn’t a trace or a sign\nOf that regular honest to goodness old bunch\nThat I call that old gang of mine