Song | Crazy Mary |
Artist | Pearl Jam |
Album | XL Arena, Hartford, CT |
Artist:pearl jam | |
Songs Title:crazy mary | |
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 the 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 my windowsill. | |
Dreamed I was flying | |
High above the trees, over the hills. | |
Looked down into the house of Mary. | |
A 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 arround. Pass it a... Pass it a... Pass it a... | |
Oh yeah. |
Artist: pearl jam | |
Songs Title: crazy mary | |
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 the 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 LOITERING 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... | |
Atake a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it a... Pass it around. | |
One night thunder cracked. | |
Mercy backed outside my windowsill. | |
Dreamed I was flying | |
High above the trees, over the hills. | |
Looked down into the house of Mary. | |
A 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 arround. Pass it a... Pass it a... Pass it a... | |
Oh yeah. |