Crazy Mary (Remastered)

She lived on a curve in the road
 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
 The old blue car
 We used to race
 Our 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
 Pass it around
 Pass it a
 Take a bottle drink it down
 Pass it a, pass it a, pass it around
 One night a thunder cracked
 Mercy backed outside her windowsill
 I 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
 Next morning on the way into town
 We saw some skidmarks 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
 That what you fear the most
 Could meet you halfway
 Take a bottle drink it down
 Pass it around
 Take a bottle drink it down
 Pass it a, pass it around
 Take a bottle drink it down
 Pass it a, pass it a, pass it around