Crazy Mary is a slow girl who looks up to no one.
Would do anything for a cold one.
Wishes she could find her way home.
Got the look on her face and her stare's like ray gun.
Cause We walked by everyday
and I wish there's something I could do for her.

Maybe if I took a little time to talk then she'd heal a little if she wants to.
She can run but let's teach her how to walk away now.
I'll shake a little if she wants to she'll laugh a little if she needs to.
There's a key to the door that she's hiding behind.

She watches the world pass her by like a freight train.
They all call her the same names.
Laughin' as they point and stare at her.
So she crys out to God up in Heaven,
been prayin since she was 11.
For Him to send someone to meet her there.

Maybe if I took a little time to talk then she'd heal a little if she wants to.
She can run but let's teach her how to walk away now.
I'll shake a little if she wants to she'll laugh a little if she needs to.
There's a key to the door that she's hiding behind.

And no one knows the thoughts, the dreams,
and the ideas she's got and contains inside.
She's broken apart
and her heart is still lookin for somewhere to feel alright.
And no one knows the thoughts, the dreams,
and the ideas she's got andcontains inside.
She's broken apart
and her heart is still lookin for somewhere to feel alright.

Maybe if I took a little time to talk then she'd heal a little if she wants to.
She can run but let's teach her how to walk away now.
I'll shake a little if she wants to she'll laugh a little if she needs to.
There's a key to the door that she's hiding behind.

(by Victoria Williams)

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 a 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 her windowsill.
Dreamed I was flying
high above the trees over the hills.
Looked down into the house of Mary.
Bare bulb blown. 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.