| Lyrics: | Victoria Williams) (from "Sweet Relief")
She lived on the curve of 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 (3x)
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
Terrible thoughts,
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 (2x)
Take a bottle,
drink it down, pass it around (3x |
