Mother Mary

People talking sound like dogs Barking through the trees Making no sense at all Meaning nothing to me Mother mary Quite contrary I did not mean to let you go So quick People talking crack me up They don't have a little clue What it's like to be me What it's like to lose you Mother mary I grow weary I did not mean to let you go So quick People talking sound like dogs Barking up the wrong tree Take a good man down And set the evil free Mother mary Quite contrary I did not mean to let you go So quick