David Allan Coe - Crazy mary

^DCrazy Mary from London Berry ^C#Lives next door to the cemetery ^CHow many lovers have you buried ^GWe would shout, running scared ^DAlong the ^C#green and ^Bgolden paths That ^Atook us home, ^Caway from ^C#Crazy ^DMary.^A

^DIn the lamplight burning low ^C#Dimly through enchanted woods ^CShe rocks beside the fire that never was lit ^GAnd as we ran on ^Dby ^{C# B} Pretending to be ^Afrightened We'd shout and laugh at Crazy ^DMary.^A

^DShe would never answer us ^C#Smiled through the window softly ^CWild-eyed and wild-haired but we were sure ^GThat in the dark of ^Dnight She ^C#cursed us ^Bsoundly, casting ^Aspells And such to turn us ^C#into ^Ddonkeys.

^DSo it seems that older now ^C#We stand upon this wind-swept moor ^CThe lonely grave before us ^GTestifies that Crazy Mary sings and ^Ddreams ^{C# B} He ^Bdreams somewhere But ^Anot where little ^Ckids can ^C#follow ^Dafter ^{A D}And on the stone, these words, dear friend ^C#Please write me down as one who loved ^CThe raven-haired and laughing lads ^GThat swore that they would marry me And ^Dsoon their ^C#sons came running ^Cby And here I lie, forgotten, ^C#Crazy ^DMary. ^A