| Packed my bag, my guitar
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| The sound of Chuck Berry in my car
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| Got bored of sitting in my trailer by the sea
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| I headed north, cross the prairie
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| In thirty days I want to find my Mary
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| Made up my mind I want to get things back in line
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| I know it’s been a while and I’m the one to blame
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| But Mary, let’s start all over again
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| Oh, Mary, I want you to know
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| I never met a better girl than you after a show
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| I hope you’re still around and my longing’s not in vain
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| Mary, let’s start all over again
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| I go crazy 'cos I’m ready for you
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| Don’t turn my brown eyes blue
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| I want to be with you 'cos I’m crazy for you
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| And I hope you’re crazy for me, too
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| You never called, I wonder why
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| I guess you just were a little too shy
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| Mary, that’s okay, I understand
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| And true love needs its time
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| You never answered all my letters
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| Probably you didn’t have no time
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| No rush, I understand, why beat around the bush
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| I’m on my way to you and I hope it’s not in vain
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| Mary, let’s start all over again
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| I go crazy… |