David Allan Coe - Maria Is A Mystery
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Maria has a music box she winds up most every day
Once a week is all it takes, to make the music play
Melody is just some childhood lullaby her mother
Used to sing to her.
And the road down to the city, goes right by Maria's door
I often walk right by her house on my way to the store
Up there where those Italian mothers
Dress their shivering bambinos
For the rain.
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She tells me about Jesus, and all his gallant men
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I tell her about fantasy
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Maria she's this lady, on the way down to the river
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Maria she's a mystery
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Maria she's a mystery.
Yeah passing by this morning, I drew a picture in my head
Our bodies in some candlelight that glowed upon our skin
Maybe if I touched her, she would disappear
Like angels in a dream.
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