Mary - Morphine

Cross my fingers and I hope to God

I knock on wood and pray with all I’ve got

You can cross my bow with a cannonball

See the writing on the wall, oh

Well, there’s no map and there’s no clue

Of where to go and what to do, who to dog

And who to ride, who to hold forever by your side

Yeah, forever by your side

Mary, won’t you call my name?

Mary, won’t you call my name?

Mary, won’t you call my, Mary, won’t you call my

Mary, won’t you call my name?

Well, I fell into the hands of a rich man’s daughter

She led me like a lamb, no bother

To go and live inside a barn

On her daddy’s 90 acre farm

Well, hide your daughters in the snow

And watch out for the undertow

Hold both hands against the door

Dig your feet into the floor

Tell ya, there’s no map and there’s no clue

Where to go and what to do, who to dog

Who to ride, who to hold forever by your side

Yeah, forever by your side

Mary, won’t you call my name?

Mary, won’t you call my name?

Mary, won’t you call my, Mary, won’t you call my

Mary, won’t you call my name?