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She livBmed on the curve of the road, in an Gold tar-paper shack
OBmn the south side of the town on knoGw wrong side of the tracks
SDometimes on the waAy into town we'd say MaGma, can we stop and give her a ride?'
SBmometimes we diAd, but her haGnds flew from her side
WAild eyed, cBmrazy MarGy
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DBmown a long dirty road, pGast the Parson's place
TBmhat old blue car wGe used to race
LDittle cAountry store with aG sign tacked to the side
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UBmnderneath that sign always congregated Gquite a crowd
TBmake a bottle, dArink it down, pGass it around A
TBmake a bottle, dArink it down, pGass it around A
TBmake a bottle, dArink it down, pGass it around A Bm
OBne night thunder cracked, mercy backed outside her windowsill
DEreamed I was flying high above the trees, over the hills
LBooked down into the house of Mary
TFerrible thoughts, neEwspaper-covered walls,
aBnd Mary rising above it all
BOhh E Ohhh
OBhhh E Ohhh
OBooohhhhhh
OAhhh G#mOhhh GOhhh FOhhh
NBmext morning on the way into town
SGaw some skid marks and followed them around
OBmver the curve, tGhrough the fields, into the house of BmMary
That what Ayou fear the most, cGould meet you halfway
That what Ayou fear the most, cGould meet you halfway
TBmake a bottle, dArink it down, pGass it around A
TBmake a bottle, dArink it down, pGass it around A
TBmake a bottle, dArink it down, pGass it around A
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