Bobby Pin

Many years ago, When you were just a babe, Yer mom and I well we parted ways

Little things so they say, Can change lives in a day

But for some things, No one can prepare

Times were tough back then, So she left for a while, Took you back to visit next of kin

With no one one to call my own, Couldn't stand bein' alone

Then a little thing came between you and me, When she said to me

What's this bobby pin, Doin' on our floor?

I don't wear these things, My hair's too short!

Don't tell me nothings wrong! What is this thing I found?

What's a bobby pin doin on our floor?

Her eyes swelled up with tears, She sat down on our bed, Her heart trembled with every word she said

But not a word I'd say, Would matter on that day

That little bobby pin had it's way, When she said

What's this bobby pin, Doin' on our floor?

I don't wear these things, My hair's too short!

Don't tell me nothings wrong! What is this thing I found?

What's this bobby pin doin on our floor?

What's a bobby pin doin on our floor?

Credits

Laurent Roberge- Drums

Buddy Parkes-bass

Ed Deigan, baritone, flattop, lead vocals

Gerry Labelle, keyboards

Ray Shedrick- lead guitar

Bruce Kert- Guitars

Recording done at Concordia University

Mixing and editing done at Fusion 3000

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