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She lived on the curve in the road, in an old tar-paper shack
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On the south side of the town on know wrong side of the tracks
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Sometimes on the way into town we'd say Mama, can we stop and give her a ride?'
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Sometimes we did, but her hands flew from her side
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Wild eyed, crazy Mary
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Down a long dirty road, past the Parson's place
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That old blue car we used to race
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Little country store with a sign tacked to the side
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Said 'No L-O-I-T-E-R-I-N-G Allowed'
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Underneath that sign always congregated quite a crowd
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Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
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Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
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Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
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One night thunder cracked, mercy backed outside her windowsill
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Dreamed I was flying high above the trees, over the hills
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Looked down into the house of Mary
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A bare bulb on, newspaper-covered walls
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And Mary rising up above it all
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Ohhh Ohhh
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Ohhh Ohhh
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Oooohhhhhh
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Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh
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Next morning on the way into town
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Saw some skid marks and followed them around
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Over the curve, through the fields, into the house of Mary
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That what you fear the most, could meet you halfway
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That what you fear the most, could meet you halfway
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Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
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Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
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Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
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