Crazy Mary (Live)

She lived on the 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 Drink it Pass it around Pass it a A-take a bottle drink it down Pass it Pass it a 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 on Newspaper covered walls And Mary rising up above it all Oh Oh Oh 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 x2 Take a bottle drink it down Pass it around Take a bottle drink it down Pass it Pass it around Pass it a Take a bottle drink it down Pass it Pass it a Pass it around Oh, pass it a Pass it around Pass it a Pass it a Pass it a Oh yeah