Crazy Mary (Live)

          She lived on a curve in 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 along the road past the Parson’s place            The 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 around            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            Bare bulb blown newspaper-covered walls            and Mary rising up above it all Ah....                               Ah...                                Ah...                   Next morning on the way into town            Saw some skid marks and followed them around            Over the curvethrough 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 around            Take a bottle drink it down           pass it around