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