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Crazy Mary

She lived on a curve
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 & give her a ride?"
sometimes we did,
but her hands flew from her side.
wild eyed
crazy
mary

down a long dirt road
past the parsons place
an old blue car
we used to race
a little country store with a sign tacked to the side
said "no l-o-i-t-e-r-i-n-g allowed"
underneith 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
pass it a
take a bottle drink in down
pass it a pass it a pass it around

one night a 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 bulbs on newspaper covered walls
mary rising up above it all

next morning on the way into town
saw some skid marks followed them around
over the curve through the hills 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 pass it a
take a bottle drink it down
pass it a pass it a pass it around