Am F
She lived on a curve in the road, in an old tar-paper shack
Am F
On the south side of the town, on the wrong side of the tracks
C G
Sometimes on the way into town we'd say:
F
"Mama, can we stop and give her a ride?"
Am G F
Sometimes we did but her hands flew from her side
F G Am
Wild eyed, crazy Mary
F G Am
Am F
Down along the road, past the Parson's place
Am F
The old blue car we used to race
C G F
Little country store with a sign tacked to the side
Am F
Said "No L-O-I-T-E-R-I-N-G allowed"
Am F
Underneath that sign always congregated quite a crowd
Am G F
Take a bottle, drink it down pass it around
Am G F
Take a bottle, drink it down pass it around
Am G F
Take a bottle, drink it down pass it around
A
One night thunder cracked mercy backed outside her windowsill
D
Dreamed I was flying high above the trees, over the hills
A
Looked down into the house of Mary
Em E D
Bare bulb blown, newspaper-covered walls
A
and Mary rising up above it all
A D A D
Ah....
A A G A
Ah...
F E
Ah...
Am
Next morning on the way into town
F
Saw some skid marks, and followed them around
Am F Am A
Over the curve,through the fields, into the house of Mary
G F
That WHAT you fear the most, could meet you halfway
G F
That WHAT you fear the most, could meet you halfway
Am G F
Take a bottle, drink it down pass it around
Am G F
Take a bottle, drink it down pass it around
Am G F
Take a bottle, drink it down pass it around