If My Mary Were Here (Live) Harry Chapin
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[Intro]
God, it's amazing how there've been certain key moments in my life when I've been a real S.O.B. and it doesn't turn out well, and then I go back and ask somebody to have pity on me, you know? It's amazing. Here we go. One.
[Verse 1]
I would not be so stoned if my Mary were here
I don't think I'd have phoned you if my Mary were here
But I'm standin' here in tatters like some ragpicker's dream
Tumblin' down the rapids of a swollen flood-tide stream
And I would not be alone if my Mary were here
But she took off, and Lord, I'm lost
[Verse 2]
I don't think I'd be drinking if my Mary were here
And I know what I'd be thinking if my Mary were here
We'd be wrapping up our blankets full of cheddar cheese and wine
Packing up our camper with a rendezvous in mind
And we'd picnic out in Lincoln Park if Mary were here
But she split, so I got lit
[Bridge]
I'm so sorry that I called you, babe, in the middle of the night
But you're the one who listens when I need a little light
I know we haven't talked since I dropped you in the dirt
I know you're not my lady now, but baby, how I hurt
[Verse 3]
I would toss away my troubles when my Mary was here
But I'm lost inside the rubble 'cause my Mary's not here
I'm a sad sack Sir Galahad whose sword's around his knees
With a grail no longer holy and a prayer that's sayin' please
I'm drunk and seein' double 'cause my Mary's not here
Are you there? Could you still care?
God, it's amazing how there've been certain key moments in my life when I've been a real S.O.B. and it doesn't turn out well, and then I go back and ask somebody to have pity on me, you know? It's amazing. Here we go. One.
[Verse 1]
I would not be so stoned if my Mary were here
I don't think I'd have phoned you if my Mary were here
But I'm standin' here in tatters like some ragpicker's dream
Tumblin' down the rapids of a swollen flood-tide stream
And I would not be alone if my Mary were here
But she took off, and Lord, I'm lost
[Verse 2]
I don't think I'd be drinking if my Mary were here
And I know what I'd be thinking if my Mary were here
We'd be wrapping up our blankets full of cheddar cheese and wine
Packing up our camper with a rendezvous in mind
And we'd picnic out in Lincoln Park if Mary were here
But she split, so I got lit
[Bridge]
I'm so sorry that I called you, babe, in the middle of the night
But you're the one who listens when I need a little light
I know we haven't talked since I dropped you in the dirt
I know you're not my lady now, but baby, how I hurt
[Verse 3]
I would toss away my troubles when my Mary was here
But I'm lost inside the rubble 'cause my Mary's not here
I'm a sad sack Sir Galahad whose sword's around his knees
With a grail no longer holy and a prayer that's sayin' please
I'm drunk and seein' double 'cause my Mary's not here
Are you there? Could you still care?
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