| I knew Mary when she was a baby
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| One little girl and one big little man
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| Five years younger, she cried like the thunder
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| I watched her reach ten and never saw her again
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| From one boys home to one prison cell
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| Mary I’ve known this world’s bitter hell
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| But come this winter I’ll see my parole
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| And watch the heads turn, down the aisle we stroll
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| Are you still Crying Mary, the girl I knew before
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| Your mama used to come here, she don’t come no more
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| But she left a picture of you at seventeen
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| And every day since then, Mary you have been my dream
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| For years I’ve waited, alone in the dark
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| Thinking of you through a young boy’s heart
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| Over and over, the price that I’ve paid
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| Was watching you cry as they drove me away
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| Are you still Crying Mary, the girl I knew before
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| So many times I’ve wondered, behind these doors
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| Will we be together, the way it used to be
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| Now that you are older, Mary do you think of me
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| Are you still Crying Mary, the girl I knew before
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| Your mama used to come here, she don’t come no more
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| Just this worn out picture that carries everything
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| But there’s no way of knowing, Mary do you think of me
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| Do you think of me Mary |