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(Bm) (G)
She lived on the curve of 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
(D) (A) (G)
Sometimes on the way into town we'd say Mama, can we stop and give her a ride?'
(Bm) (A) (G)
Sometimes we did, but her hands flew from her side
(A) (Bm) (G)
Wild eyed, crazy Mary
(Bm) (G)
(Bm) (G)
Down a long dirty road, past the Parson's place
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That old blue car we used to race
(D) (A) (G)
Little country store with a sign tacked to the side
(Bm) (G)
Said 'No L-O-I-T-E-R-I-N-G Allowed'
(Bm) (G)
Underneath that sign always congregated quite a crowd
(Bm) (A) (G) (A)
Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
(Bm) (A) (G) (A)
Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
(Bm) (A) (G) (A) (Bm)
Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
(B)
One night thunder cracked, mercy backed outside her windowsill
(E)
Dreamed I was flying high above the trees, over the hills
(B)
Looked down into the house of Mary
(F#) (E)
Terrible thoughts, newspaper-covered walls,
(B)
and Mary rising above it all
(B) (E)
Ohh Ohhh
(B) (E)
Ohhh Ohhh
(B)
Oooohhhhhh
(A) (G#m) (G) (F#)
Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh
(Bm)
Next morning on the way into town
(G)
Saw some skid marks and followed them around
(Bm) (G) (Bm)
Over the curve, through the fields, into the house of Mary
(A) (G)
That what you fear the most, could meet you halfway
(A) (G)
That what you fear the most, could meet you halfway
(Bm) (A) (G) (A)
Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
(Bm) (A) (G) (A)
Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
(Bm) (A) (G) (A)
Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
(Bm) (G) --> muitas vezes !
(G)
repeat many times
Written by Victoria Ann Williams