| I first met Sundown Mary a year ago today
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| Traveling the same road I was going the other way
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| We talked and then she said you might be nice to have around
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| If you don’t mind a laying your head wherever the sun goes down
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| I’ve always been a loner never had no one before
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| But with every town we passed through I loved her a little more
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| And one night when I kissed her I thought she felt the same
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| But then the spell was broken by the whistle of a train
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| What have you heard from Sundown Mary what has she done today
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| Is she eating her food from the silver spoon and off of the golden plate
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| Is she in the chips in Texas or stranded broke in Maine
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| Do you know if Sundown Mary ever speaks my name
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| Ever speaks my name
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| We hopped a train to Baton Rouge the trip took several days
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| I had no idea that she thought of going separate ways
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| There in the crowded station she softly spoke my name
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| And said it’s time to leave you cause I come and go like rain
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| There’s not much left of what you’d call the man I used to be
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| For in her place an empty space haunts my memory
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| Always broke and lonely I age a year a day
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| And when I get to drinking nights there’s just one thing I say
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| What have you heard from Sundown Mary what has she done today
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| Is she eating her food from the silver spoon and off of the golden plate
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| Is she in the chips in Texas or stranded broke in Maine
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| Do you know if Sundown Mary ever speaks my name
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| Ever speaks my name |