union card and a wedding coat We went down to the courthouse And the judge put it all to rest No wedding day smiles no walk down the aisle No flowers no wedding
long years he's been gone He left her crying on her wedding day And went to fight the battle of the Blue and Gray Oh Mary don't you weep for me... Mary's
one else had even seen Behind the dash in Mary's crumpled up machine A little matchbox circled by a rubber band And inside the ring from Walter Browning's
What's this? Dear Angie I know we've been together a long time, boo But I'm writing this letter 'cuz I really couldn't face you like It's kinda ill I
't let you go, no Can't have you, if I wanted to Can't let you get away from me Can't have you, if I wanted to Can't let you go, no You were saying Mary
mind to save my life You'd never have shamed me here Last night there were four Marys Tonight there'll be but three It was Mary Beaton and Mary Seton And Mary
man breakin' out of a trance Puts both of his hands in the pockets of chance Hopin' to find one circumstance Of dignity I went to the wedding of Mary
something?s missing, baby With me & you, what can I do? 11 years have come & gone, so quickly, baby And yet my wedding finger still is bare All that?s
's no six pack on the ground (There's no six pack on the ground) Soldier, soldier, don't look up (Soldier, soldier, don't look up) There's no whore gonna
's not wait Let's share all the time we can before it's too late Love me now, for now is all the time there may be If you love me Mary, Mary marry me
Barry, Barry, he's with Mary Look like they could fly Grandma's off her medicine I think that I know why People standing naked Outside in the yard A
long 'cause someone was doing his little girl right for a change and so that's why he said: "if you marry her, son, you're better off single 'cause it's
born in a lonely season Baby, it's all in the eyes, it's where the reckoning begins It's where we linger like a sigh, it's where we long to be pulled
dignity?" Blind man breakin' out of a trance Puts both his hands in the pocket of chance Hopin' to find one circumstance of dignity I went to the wedding of Mary
Run, run, run Mary, run, run, run Jimmy, run, run, run Mary, run, run, run Mary and Jimmy were both very young But as much in love As two people could
had even seen, Behind the dash in Marys crumpled up machine. In a tiny match box encircled by a rubber band, Was the golden wedding ring from Walter Browning's
Weh, He Ma Yo-Weh Somagwaza My mother travelled to Pretoria to buy the license for the wedding day My mother travelled to Pretoria to buy the license for the wedding
when they call for me to come Then I must go and you must stay So Mary, marry me, let's not wait Let's share all the time We can before it's too late