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So Long, Mary Jones

from Death Row Hoedown by Muleskinner Jones

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Well the moon floated water-lily white in the sky
Like the white of an eye or the white of an egg
And it's soft light trickled like milk o'er your legs
It's soft light trickled like milk o'er your legs

And the clouds clung like paint to a canvas of stars
That had been primed with a jar of Indian ink
So sticky and dark that I couldn't even think
So oily and black that I couldn't even think

So long, Mary Jones
They won't find your body
They won't find your bones
So long, Mary Jones
It's time I was going home.

And the river slithered like a slippery eel
His black scales shining as it ebbed and it flowed
And the snails dragged their slimy wet trails through my toes
The snails dragged their slimy wet tails through my toes

So long, Mary Jones
They won't find your body
They won't find your bones
So long, Mary Jones
It's time I was going home.

And I never really loved you that much
I just kinda lost it when our bodies touched
With my hands on your ass we rolled in the grass
With my hands on your ass we rolled in the grass

So long, Mary Jones
They won't find your body
They won't find your bones
So long, Mary Jones
It's time I was going home.

So long, Mary Jones
You ain't coming with me
I'm a-going alone
So long, Mary Jones
It's time I was going home.

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from Death Row Hoedown, released August 1, 2004
Lyrics and music by James R Closs.

Performed by Muleskinner Jones

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