Crazy Mary - Remastered

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

Pass it around

Pass it a

Take a bottle drink it 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 bulb on

Newspaper covered walls

And Mary rising up above it all

Next morning on the way into town

We saw some skidmarks 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 a, pass it around

Take a bottle drink it down

Pass it a, pass it a, pass it around