Story Behind The Song
Born to a young girl in a era when that was a disgrace this boy knows what hardhsips his mother went through to keep him a rear him properly. He is called on later in life to make some tough decisons when the same happens in his own life - but vows to make sure there is no repeat,
Song Description
Questions a society that still sees headlines around abandoned children born out of marriage - and the vow one such child makes having watched his young mother struggle because she kept him - and how difficult society still makes it sometimes to do what should be the right thing.
Song Length |
4:30 |
Genre |
Country - Contemporary, Country - Rock |
Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Engaging, Composed |
Subject |
Judgement, Determination |
Similar Artists |
Clint Black, The Eagles |
Language |
English |
Era |
1990 - 1999 |
| |
Lyrics
Mary , Mary , and I.
I
I was born in the back of a pickup truck
To a 16 yr old girl that was out of luck
Fighting for her life ?neath the star filled skies
No-one heard the sound of her baby?s cries.
All alone.
There?s a lot of little girls in the same situation
In a hypocritic world of aged reservation
There?s a careful understanding keeps us safe from harm.
Thought we?d learned to face the vision of a child in arms
I was wrong.
Chorus
And it often seems to me it simply can?t be right.
When the teachings of religion only seem to end in fright
And a 16yr old girl wants to throw away her child.
Rather than face hypocritic eyes. Righteous disgrace, of hypocritic eyes.
II
Mama, worked in kitchens as she tried to make it right
Made a home in daytime and a living working nights.
All we had was one another and I seldom seen her smile.
All the burdens of a woman but her tears were just a child?s .
All alone.
And I often saw the pattern through my teenage life.
Swore I?d never let it happen if I ever took a wife.
Then I fell in love with Mary at the local high
Spent the summer by the river neath the star filled skies
Arm in Arm.
Chorus
III
Then a letter one fine morning simply told me she had gone
And I heard she?d had a baby in a hostel for the young.
Shattered my illusions , thought I?d given more than that
But she felt in her confusion that I?d never understand
She was wrong.
Mary, Mary and I (cont?d)
There were no floors to clean for Mary as I tried to make it right.
Took a job down at the factory, my college class at night.
And we called her ?little' Mary and whenever we?d the time
We?d take her to the river ?neath the star filled skies
Mary, Mary, and I.
Rpt.
Chorus.
Mary Mary and I.
Fade and ad lib.
Words and Music
Frank Gallagher
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Registered US Library of Congress. © 1991