Crazy Mary - 2011 Remaster

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 a 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, then pass it around
Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it, pass it, 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, pass it around, pass it
Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it, pass it around