| Song | Crazy Mary |
| Artist | Pearl Jam |
| Album | 2009-08-18 O2 Arena, London, UK |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Artist:pearl jam | |
| Songs Title:crazy mary | |
| She lived on the curve in the road | |
| In an old tar paper shack. | |
| On the south side of the town | |
| On the wrong side of the tracks. | |
| Sometimes on the way into town | |
| We'd say, "Mama can we stop and give her a ride?" | |
| Sometimes we did | |
| But her hands flew from her side. | |
| Wild eyed | |
| Crazy Mary. | |
| Down the long dirt road | |
| Past the Parson's place. | |
| That old blue car | |
| We used to race. | |
| Little country store with a sign tacked to the side. | |
| Said 'NO L-O-I-T-E-R-I-N-G ALLOWED.' | |
| Underneath that sign always congregated quite a crowd. | |
| Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it around. | |
| Take a bottle drink it down. Drink it... Pass it around. Pass it a... | |
| A-take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it a... Pass it around. | |
| One night thunder cracked. | |
| Mercy backed outside my windowsill. | |
| Dreamed I was flying | |
| High above the trees, over the hills. | |
| Looked down into the house of Mary. | |
| A bare bulb on. | |
| Newspaper covered walls. | |
| And Mary rising up above it all. | |
| Oh... Oh... Oh... | |
| Next morning on the way into town | |
| Saw some skid marks and followed them around. | |
| Over the curve, | |
| Through the fields, | |
| Into the house of Mary. | |
| That what you fear the most could meet you halfway. (x2) | |
| Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it around. | |
| Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it around. Pass it a... | |
| Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it a... Pass it around. | |
| Oh, pass it a... Pass it arround. Pass it a... Pass it a... Pass it a... | |
| Oh yeah. |
| Artist: pearl jam | |
| Songs Title: crazy mary | |
| She lived on the curve in the road | |
| In an old tar paper shack. | |
| On the south side of the town | |
| On the wrong side of the tracks. | |
| Sometimes on the way into town | |
| We' d say, Mama can we stop and give her a ride? | |
| Sometimes we did | |
| But her hands flew from her side. | |
| Wild eyed | |
| Crazy Mary. | |
| Down the long dirt road | |
| Past the Parson' s place. | |
| That old blue car | |
| We used to race. | |
| Little country store with a sign tacked to the side. | |
| Said ' NO LOITERING ALLOWED.' | |
| Underneath that sign always congregated quite a crowd. | |
| Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it around. | |
| Take a bottle drink it down. Drink it... Pass it around. Pass it a... | |
| Atake a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it a... Pass it around. | |
| One night thunder cracked. | |
| Mercy backed outside my windowsill. | |
| Dreamed I was flying | |
| High above the trees, over the hills. | |
| Looked down into the house of Mary. | |
| A bare bulb on. | |
| Newspaper covered walls. | |
| And Mary rising up above it all. | |
| Oh... Oh... Oh... | |
| Next morning on the way into town | |
| Saw some skid marks and followed them around. | |
| Over the curve, | |
| Through the fields, | |
| Into the house of Mary. | |
| That what you fear the most could meet you halfway. x2 | |
| Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it around. | |
| Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it around. Pass it a... | |
| Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it a... Pass it around. | |
| Oh, pass it a... Pass it arround. Pass it a... Pass it a... Pass it a... | |
| Oh yeah. |
| Artist: pearl jam | |
| Songs Title: crazy mary | |
| She lived on the curve in the road | |
| In an old tar paper shack. | |
| On the south side of the town | |
| On the wrong side of the tracks. | |
| Sometimes on the way into town | |
| We' d say, Mama can we stop and give her a ride? | |
| Sometimes we did | |
| But her hands flew from her side. | |
| Wild eyed | |
| Crazy Mary. | |
| Down the long dirt road | |
| Past the Parson' s place. | |
| That old blue car | |
| We used to race. | |
| Little country store with a sign tacked to the side. | |
| Said ' NO LOITERING ALLOWED.' | |
| Underneath that sign always congregated quite a crowd. | |
| Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it around. | |
| Take a bottle drink it down. Drink it... Pass it around. Pass it a... | |
| Atake a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it a... Pass it around. | |
| One night thunder cracked. | |
| Mercy backed outside my windowsill. | |
| Dreamed I was flying | |
| High above the trees, over the hills. | |
| Looked down into the house of Mary. | |
| A bare bulb on. | |
| Newspaper covered walls. | |
| And Mary rising up above it all. | |
| Oh... Oh... Oh... | |
| Next morning on the way into town | |
| Saw some skid marks and followed them around. | |
| Over the curve, | |
| Through the fields, | |
| Into the house of Mary. | |
| That what you fear the most could meet you halfway. x2 | |
| Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it around. | |
| Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it around. Pass it a... | |
| Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it a... Pass it around. | |
| Oh, pass it a... Pass it arround. Pass it a... Pass it a... Pass it a... | |
| Oh yeah. |