David Allan Coe - Maria is a mystery

^FMaria has a music box she ^Cwinds up most every day ^BbOnce a week is all it takes, to ^Gmake the music play ^FMelody is just some childhood ^Bblullaby her mother Used to ^Fsing to her. ^C

And the ^Froad down to the city, goes right ^Cby Maria's door I ^Bboften walk right by her house on ^Gmy way to the store Up ^Fthere where those Italian mothers Dress their ^Bbshivering bam^Cbinos For the ^Frain.

She ^Bbtells me about ^CJesus, and ^Bball his gallant ^Fmen ^BbI tell her a^Cbout fan^Ftasy ^BbMaria she's this ^Clady, on the ^Fway down to the ^Driver ^BbMaria ^Cshe's a mys^Ftery ^BbMaria ^Cshe's a mys^Ftery.^{Bb F C}

Yeah ^Fpassing by this morning, I drew a ^Cpicture in my head ^BbOur bodies in some candlelight that ^Gglowed upon our skin ^FMaybe if I touched her, she would ^Bbdisappear Like ^Cangels in a ^Fdream.