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 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 around Pass it a Pass it a Pass it a
Oh yeah