That Old Gang of Mine

I've got a longing way down in my heart

For that old gang that has drifted apart

They were the best pals that I ever had

I never thought that I'd want them so bad

Gee but I'd give the world to see

That old gang of mine

I can't forget that old quartette that sang "Sweet

Adeline"

Goodbye forever, old fellows and gals

Goodbye forever, old sweethearts and pals

(God bless them)

Gee but I'd give the world to see

That old gang of mine

Gee but I'd give the world to see

That old gang of mine

I can't forget that old quartette that sang "Sweet

Adeline"

Goodbye forever, old fellows and gals

Goodbye forever, old sweethearts and pals

(God bless them)

Gee but I'd give the world to see

That old gang of mine

Last night I strolled to that old neighborhood

There on that corner I silently stood

I felt so blue as the crowds hurried by

Nobody knew how I wanted to cry

Gee but I'd give the world to see

That old gang of mine

I can't forget that old quartette that sang "Sweet

Adeline"

Goodbye forever, old fellows and gals

Goodbye forever, old sweethearts and pals

(God bless them)

Gee but I'd give the world to see

That old gang of mine

Last night 'neath a street lamp I silently stood

On the same corner back in that old neighborhood

As I gazed at the houses, unchanged by the years

In my throat came a lump and my eyes filled with tears

I looked at the lamppost, the pump and the stoop

And again I could picture us kids in a group

There was Shorty, and Yeller and Skinny and Mike

And the rich kid who had ball bearing skates and a bike

And down near the school I could see the brick wall

Where we used to go for a game of handball

And the crabby old janitor who chased us away

Say, what I wouldn't give to just see him today!

And then came the parties and dances-- that's why

We didn't notice the years going by

And the first thing we knew we were all twenty-one

But the Gang stuck together in a fight or in fun

-And then came the War- the crowds in the street

-The blast of the Bugle- the tramp of the feet

And the gang, that old gang of mine

Was the first gang that hit the Von Hindenburg line.

But the war is all over and last night as I stood

On the same corner back in that old neighborhood

I couldn't help brushing a tear from my eye

For I knew not a face in the crowds that went by

Gone forever are the pals that I love

There isn't a trace or a sign

Of that regular honest to goodness old bunch

That I call that old gang of mine