Press Your Luck

Song Length 3:32 Genre Country - General

Lyrics

I hope you're ready; we're gonna take a hike
So put on your walking shoes and lace 'em up tight
It's a three hour climb, uphill every step
To the very spot where poor Mary met her death

Mary was the daughter of a wealthy man
Two hundred fifty years ago, he owned this land
But Mary wasn't pretty and the suitors never called
So her daddy set her up never knowing how hard she'd fall

You can see for miles from Mary's Rock
High atop that ole Blue Ridge
Get too close to the edge and your heart will drop
But not half as fast as Mary did

Mary's father spread the word far and wide
This land will all be yours if you take Mary as your bride
A single man stepped forward, Francis Thornton was his name
Over Mary's protests, a wedding was arranged

He woke her up at dawn on after their wedding night
Said, "Put on your walking shoes and lace 'em up tight"
"We're gonna climb the highest the land that I now own"
They went up together, but he came back down alone

Oh, You can see for miles from Mary's Rock
High atop that ole Blue Ridge
Get too close to the edge and your heart will drop
But not half as fast as Mary did

Maybe Mary jumped, maybe Mary she fell
Maybe Francis pushed her and is burning now in hell
Mary lost her life, but there's one thing she found
It's three hours up but only 3 seconds down

Oh, you can see for miles from Mary's Rock
High atop that ole Blue Ridge
Get too close to the edge and your heart will drop
But not half as fast as Mary did
Not half as fast as Mary did


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