Dornw a long dirt road, past the Parson's place
The old blue car we used to race
Little country store with a sign tacked to the side
Said ‘No L-O-I-T-E-R-I-N-G Allowed'
underneath that sign always congregated quite a crowd
Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
One night thunder cracked, mercy backed outside her windowsill
Dream I was flying high above the trees, over the hills
Looked down into the house of Mary
Terrible thoughts, newspaper-covered walls, ad Mary rising above it all
Next morning on the way into town
Saw some skid marks and followed them around
Over that curve, through the fields, into the house of Mary
That what you fear the most, could meet you halfway
That what you fear the most, could meet you halfway
Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
Take a bottle, drink it down, pass it around
