Crazy Mary live at the Garden

Hay un misterio, un misterio que no se acaba, algo de nostalgia y una historia.

She lived on the curve in the road in an old tar paper shack.
On the south side of the town on the wrong side of the tracks.
Sometimes on the way into town we'd say,
"mother can we stop and give her a ride?"
Sometimes we did but her hands flew from her side.
Wild eyed crazy Mary.

Down a long dirt road past the Parson's place.
The old blue car we used to race
A little country store with a sign tacked to the side
Said 'NO L-O-I-T-E-R-I-N-G ALLOWED'
Underneath that sign always congregated quite a crowd.

Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it around.
Take a bottle drink it down. Drink it... Pass it around. Pass it a...
A-take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it a... Pass it around.

One night thunder cracked. Mercy backed outside her windowsill.
Dreamed I was flying high above the trees over the hills
Looked down into the house of Mary.
Bare bulb on Newspaper covered walls
And Mary rising up above it all.

Next morning on the way into town
saw some skid marks and followed them around
Over the curve, through the fields, into the house of Mary
That what you fear the most could meet you halfway
That what you fear the most could meet you halfway.

Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it around.
Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it around. Pass it a...

Pearl Jam