she lived on a 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 along the road, past the parson′s place The 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, pass it around Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
One night thunder cracked mercy backed outside her windowsill Dreamed i was flying high above the trees, over the hills Looked down into the house of mary Bare bulb on, newspaper-covered walls, and mary rising up above it all
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 That what you fear the most, could meet you halfway Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
Crazy Mary is a slow girl who looks up to no one. Would do anything for a cold one. Wishes she could find her way home. Got the look on her face and the stare of a ray gun. We walked by everyday and I wish there was something I could do for her.
Maybe if I took a little time to talk then she′d heal a little if she wants to. She can run but let′s teach her how to walk away now. I′ll shake a little if she wants to she′ll laugh a little if she needs to. There′s a key to the door that she′s hiding behind.
She watches the world pass her by like a freight train. They all call her the same name. Laughin′ as they point and stare at her. So she crys out to God up in Heaven, been prayin since she was 11. For Him to send someone to meet her there.
Maybe if I took a little time to talk then she′d heal a little if she wants to. She can run but let′s teach her how to walk away now. I′ll shake a little if she wants to she′ll laugh a little if she needs to. There′s a key to the door that she′s hiding behind.
And no one knows the thoughts, the dreams, and the ideas she′s got and contains inside. She′s broken apart and her heart is still lookin for somewhere to feel alright. And no one knows the thoughts, the dreams, and the ideas she′s got andcontains inside. She′s broken apart and her heart is still lookin for somewhere to feel alright.
Maybe if I took a little time to talk then she′d heal a little if she wants to. She can run but let′s teach her how to walk away now. I′ll shake a little if she wants to she′ll laugh a little if she needs to. There′s a key to the door that she′s hiding behind.