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She lived on a curve in the road, in an old, tar-paper shack |
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On the south side of the town, on the wrong side of the tracks |
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Sometimes on the way into town we'd say: |
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'Mama, can we stop and give her a ride?' |
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Sometimes we did, but her hands flew from her side |
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Wild eyed, crazy Mary |
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Down a long dirt road, past the Parson's place |
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That old blue car we used to race |
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Little country store with a sign tacked to the side |
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Said 'No L-O-I-T-E-R-I-N-G Allowed' |
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Underneath that sign always congregated quite a crowd |
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Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around |
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Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around |
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Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around |
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One night thunder cracked, mercy backed outside her windowsill |
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Dreamed I was flying high above the trees, over the hills |
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Looked down into the house of Mary |
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Terrible thoughts, newspaper-covered walls, and Mary rising up above it all |
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Next morning on the way into town |
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Saw some skid marks and followed them around |
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Over the curve, through the fields, into the house of Mary |
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That what you fear the most, could meet you halfway |
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That what you fear the most, could meet you halfway |
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Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around |
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Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around |
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Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around |
