Harry Chapin - If My Mary Were Here Lyrics
I would not be so stonedIf my Mary were hereI don't think I'd have phoned youIf my Mary were hereI'm a sad sack Sir GalahadWho's sword's around his kneesWith a Grail no longer holyAnd a prayer that's saying - pleaseI would not be aloneIf my Mary were hereBut she took offAnd Lord I'm lost.I don't think I'd be drinkingIf my Mary were hereAnd I know what I'd be thinkingIf my Mary were hereWe'd be wrapping up a blanketFull of cheddar cheese and winePacking up our camper with a rendezvous in mindAnd we'd picnic out in Lincoln ParkIf Mary were hereBut she splitSo I got litI'm sorry that I called youIn the middle of the nightBut you're the one who listensWhen I need a little lightI know we haven't talkedSince I dropped you in the dirtI know you're not my lady nowBut Baby, how I hurt.(I could whistle up an old tuneThat your memory might recallRustle up some reminisce'Bout the good old days and allIf I were seeking someone elseI could find a way to hideBut I'm pleading like a pauper, BabeAnd it leaves no place for pride)I would toss away my troublesWhen my Mary was hereBut now I'm lost inside the rubleCause my Mary's not hereSo could I come on overWith my heart in my handsAnd place it on your pillowLike a rusty old tin canI'm drunk and seeing doubleAnd my Mary's not hereOnce againBe the friendThat you've beenAnd take me in.Please take me in.