Everly Brothers - Take a message to mary
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	[]Take A Message To Mary:The
Everly Brothers.
INTRO:(Spoken)
[C]
These are the words of a frontier lad,
    [Em]                 [G]         [G7]
who lost his love when he turned bad.
#1.
[C]
Take a message to Mary,
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but don't tell her where I am.
[C]
Take a message to Mary,
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but don't say I'm in a jam.
        [Am]                [Em]
You can tell her I had to see the world,
   [Am]               [D]        [G]   [G7]
or tell her that my ship set sail.
[G7]      [C]       [Em]         [F]        [C]
You can say she better not wait for me,
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but don't tell her I'm in jail. No, don't tell her I'm
   [C]
in jail.
#2.
[C]
Take a message to Mary,
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but don't tell her what I've done.
[C]
Please don't mention the stagecoach,
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and the shot from a careless gun.
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You can tell her I had to change my plans,
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and cancel out the wedding day.
    [C]            [Em]         [F]      [C]
But please don't mention my lonely cell,
      [Am]        [G]    [Am]       [C]      [G7]    [C]
where I'm gonna pine away, un-til my dying day.
#3.
[C]                           [G]
Take a message to Mary, but don't tell her all
    [C]
you know.
[C]                               [G7]               [C]
My hearts aching for Mary, Lord knows I miss her so.
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Just tell her I went to Timbuktu,
[Am]           [D]             [G]    [G7]
Tell her I'm searchin' for gold.
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You can say she'd better find someone new,
   [Am]      [G]      [Am]        [C]          [G7]      [C]
to cherish and to hold. Oh, Lord, this cell is cold.
      [C]          [Am]            [C]         [G7]        [C]
OUTRO:Maaaa..ry, Maaa..ry. Oh, Lord this cell..is..cold.
A fifties favourite from Kraziekhat.