Goodbye Mary Songtext
von Molly Tuttle & Golden Highway
Goodbye Mary Songtext
Goodbye, Mary, I must go
Where I′m bound, I don't know
Here′s a ticket and my mother's golden ring
Golden ring, ring
Here's a ticket and my mother′s golden ring
Oh, Thomas, you′re a liar
You betray me with desire
You promised to build a rocker soon
Rocker soon, soon
You promised to build a cradle soon
Worried Mary rest your head
Take the train like I said
Change in Scottsville for the old Red River Line
River line, line
Change in Scottsville for the old Red River Line
Damn you, Thomas and the rest
It's more than distress
The doctor says the baby is too far long
Too far long, long
The doctor says the baby′s too far long
Weary Mary don't despair
If you should stumble on the stairs
Ride careless down the rocky road
Rocky road, road
Ride careless down the rocky road
I′ve tried all but in vain
Wicked Thomas curse your name
But in the old toolshed there is a wire
There is a wire, wire
In the old toolshed there is a wire
Dearest Mary, now I write
I've heard of your plight
I pray every day upon your soul
For your soul, oh
I′ll pray every day upon your soul
Dearest Thomas from my cell
I'm calm downed, but please will you put pretty flowers on her grave?
On her grave, grave
Put pretty flowers on her grave
Will you put pretty flowers on her grave?
Where I′m bound, I don't know
Here′s a ticket and my mother's golden ring
Golden ring, ring
Here's a ticket and my mother′s golden ring
Oh, Thomas, you′re a liar
You betray me with desire
You promised to build a rocker soon
Rocker soon, soon
You promised to build a cradle soon
Worried Mary rest your head
Take the train like I said
Change in Scottsville for the old Red River Line
River line, line
Change in Scottsville for the old Red River Line
Damn you, Thomas and the rest
It's more than distress
The doctor says the baby is too far long
Too far long, long
The doctor says the baby′s too far long
Weary Mary don't despair
If you should stumble on the stairs
Ride careless down the rocky road
Rocky road, road
Ride careless down the rocky road
I′ve tried all but in vain
Wicked Thomas curse your name
But in the old toolshed there is a wire
There is a wire, wire
In the old toolshed there is a wire
Dearest Mary, now I write
I've heard of your plight
I pray every day upon your soul
For your soul, oh
I′ll pray every day upon your soul
Dearest Thomas from my cell
I'm calm downed, but please will you put pretty flowers on her grave?
On her grave, grave
Put pretty flowers on her grave
Will you put pretty flowers on her grave?
Writer(s): Ketch Secor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com