Crazy Mary

She lived on curve in a road

in old tar paper shack,on the southside of town

on the wrong side of the tracks

sometimes on the wayinto town

we´d say mamma can stop and give her a ride

sometimes we did,but her hands flew from her side

wild eye,crazy Mary

down long dirt road

past the parson´s place

had a old blue car,we used to race

little coutry store

with a sinng tracked to the

said no L.o.i.t.e.r.i.n.g allowed

undernith that sing always congregated

quiet and crowd

chorus

take a bottle,drink it down,pass it around 3X

on night thunder cracked,mercy backed outside

her window still dreamed i was flying

high above the trees over the hills

looked into the house of mary

unbracable newpaper covered walls

and Mary risingup above it all...all

this moning on the way into town

i saw some skid mrks and followed

themaroud,over the curve throught

the fields into the house of Mary

that what you fear the most

cold meet you halfway 2x

take a bottle,drinkit down pass it around