[00:01]She lived on a curve in the road, in an old, tar-paper shack
[00:08]On the south side of the town, on the wrong side of the tracks
[00:16]Sometimes on the way into town we'd say:
[00:18]'Mama, can we stop and give her a ride?'
[00:22]Sometimes we did, but her hands flew from her side
[00:29]Wild eyed, crazy Mary
[00:51]Down a long dirt road, past the Parson's place
[00:58]That old blue car we used to race
[01:05]Little country store with a sign tacked to the side
[01:10]Said 'No L-O-I-T-E-R-I-N-G Allowed'
[01:19]Underneath that sign always congregated quite a crowd
[01:25]Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
[01:32]Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
[01:39]Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
[01:50]One night thunder cracked, mercy backed outside her windowsill
[01:57]Dreamed I was flying high above the trees, over the hills
[02:03]Looked down into the house of Mary
[02:11]Terrible thoughts, newspaper-covered walls, and Mary rising up above it all
[03:03]Next morning on the way into town
[03:06]Saw some skid marks and followed them around
[03:10]Over the curve, through the fields, into the house of Mary
[03:19]That what you fear the most, could meet you halfway
[03:26]That what you fear the most, could meet you halfway
[03:34]Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
[03:41]Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
[03:47]Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around