Crazy Mary (Remastered)

She lived down the curve in a 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

Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it

Pass it, pass it around

One night thunder cracked

Mercy backed outside her window sill

Dreamed I was flying high above the trees

Over the hills

Looked down into the house of Mary

Bare bulb hung newspaper covered walls

And Mary rising 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, pass it around

Pass it a, pass it around

Pass it around

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

Pass it

Pass it

Pass it,

Around, around, around

Around

Around, around

Pass it around