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She's as sweet as an orchard full of peaches she's as kind as a month of Sundays
She's as happy and as cheerful as a schoolyard full of little kids on Fridays not on Mondays
She's so pretty that when she looks up even the stars are seeing stars
And she's got so much equipment under the hood I'm telling you boys GM and Chrysler are fighting over her like a pack of cats

And she's got an old man
Who's as ornery as a hungry dog
And as smart as a sky full of buzzards

That's what I'm talking about
That's my Miss Mary Jane

Now hot doesn't really quite express it
Flaming maybe, smoking maybe
Like my old friend Clarkie says "Better keep your engine running, brother. Better keep your engine running.
Cause trouble's coming down that road.'

I aint lyin to you about that, boys. I aint lying.

Now her old man when he drives down the road even the clouds get out of his way
I swear they scoot off to either side and they're saying 'Heck, we'll just come back here another day!'
But me and my friend Clarkie are sitting in the Corner Bar at the intersection of 45 and 48
And out the windows what do I see but the cars piling up and in through the door comes my Miss Mary Jane
Lookin like the hot tamale that never made it off the griddle

And she comes right over to me
She comes right over to my side
And I aint saying I'm the best man in the world
But I got what it takes to take care of my Miss Mary Jane

And I aint lying about that boys. You gotta understand there's some perks coming to you from having your own band

Now I didn't ask for this but since it's being given to me
I just dont know how to say no
To something as sweet and wonderful and wild as my Miss Mary Jane
I just dont know how because if she aint the cat's meow then I dont know harumph when I see it
And she's all of that

Now it's time for me to pack up my truck I got a cousin living out West
Gotta leave that girl so far behind gotta drive so fast that when I stop, the Earth herself will be glad I'm taking a rest

I love that girl so much I'm telling you boys I love her more than God and Country
But her old man knows my name he knows my face he knows where I live and he's coming for me

No good can come of this, boys
It must be the Devil himself doing his work
It's time to get myself back on the straight and righteous path
I guess I gotta say goodbye to my Miss Mary Jane

Like my old friend Clarkie says 'You know that gun your old man left you? You better get it oiled up
Cause if you dont leave town, you're gonna need it.
You're gonna need it, brother.'

Song Length
3:09
Genre
Country - Boogie
Tempo / Feel
Medium Fast (131 - 150)
Lead Vocal
Male Vocal
Mood
Beside Yourself

Subject Matter
Madly In Love
Similar Artist
Bob Dylan
Language
English
Era
2000 and later

Lyric Credits Joe Scuderi
Music Credits Joe Scuderi