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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 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
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
Terrible thoughts, newspaper-covered walls, and Mary rising up 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
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
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
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
Terrible thoughts, newspaper-covered walls, and Mary rising up 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
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
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[ti:CRAZY MARY] [ar:pearl jam] [by:] CRAZY MARY (Victoria Williams) (from "Sweet Relief") [00:01.00]She lived on a curve in the road, in an old, tar-paper shack [00:08.00]On the south side of the town, on the wrong side of the tracks [00:16.00]Sometimes on the way into town we'd say: [00:18.00]'Mama, can we stop and give her a ride?' [00:22.00]Sometimes we did, but her hands flew from her side [00:29.00]Wild eyed, crazy Mary [00:51.00]Down a long dirt road, past the Parson's place [00:58.00]That old blue car we used to race [01:05.00]Little country store with a sign tacked to the side [01:10.00]Said 'No L-O-I-T-E-R-I-N-G Allowed' [01:19.00]Underneath that sign always congregated quite a crowd [01:25.00]Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around [01:32.00]Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around [01:39.00]Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around [01:50.00]One night thunder cracked, mercy backed outside her windowsill [01:57.00]Dreamed I was flying high above the trees, over the hills [02:03.00]Looked down into the house of Mary [02:11.00]Terrible thoughts, newspaper-covered walls, and Mary rising up above it all [03:03.00]Next morning on the way into town [03:06.00]Saw some skid marks and followed them around [03:10.00]Over the curve, through the fields, into the house of Mary [03:19.00]That what you fear the most, could meet you halfway [03:26.00]That what you fear the most, could meet you halfway [03:34.00]Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around [03:41.00]Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around [03:47.00]Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
