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You came into town with your truck and your wardrobe |
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Your turquoise, your pills and the crew |
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Your cowboys, your playboys, the studs and the gay boys |
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Your gals and your hairdresser, too |
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And you rented a small apartment, and everyone settled in |
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Midst the pillows, the beads and the stereo leads and the ups and the downs in the gin |
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Oh Mary, oh Mary, the stars of the prairie |
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Still shine on your high stepping shoes |
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But those were the days, Mary, those were the days |
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When you side stepped the Hollywood blues |
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When the money ran low all your friends found excuses |
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The family soon fell apart |
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And you learned there's a limit to what you can do |
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When your purse ain't as big as your heart |
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But still you're blasting off somewhere on something with somebody new |
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And nobody knows what he does, where he comes from, nobody, least of all you |
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Oh Mary, oh Mary, the stars of the prairie |
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Still shine on your high stepping shoes |
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But those were the days, Mary, those were the days |
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When you side stepped the Hollywood blues |
