Lyrics:

I Would Not Be So Stoned
if My Mary Were Here
i Don't Think I'd Have Phoned You
if My Mary Were Here
i'm A Sad Sack Sir Galahad
who's Sword's Around His Knees
with A Grail No Longer Holy
and A Prayer That's Saying - Please
i Would Not Be Alone
if My Mary Were Here
but She Took Off
and Lord I'm Lost.


i Don't Think I'd Be Drinking
if My Mary Were Here
and I Know What I'd Be Thinking
if My Mary Were Here
we'd Be Wrapping Up A Blanket
full Of Cheddar Cheese And Wine
packing Up Our Camper With A Rendezvous In Mind
and We'd Picnic Out In Lincoln Park
if Mary Were Here
but She Split
so I Got Lit


i'm Sorry That I Called You
in The Middle Of The Night
but You're The One Who Listens
when I Need A Little Light
i Know We Haven't Talked
since I Dropped You In The Dirt
i Know You're Not My Lady Now
but Baby, How I Hurt.


(I Could Whistle Up An Old Tune
that Your Memory Might Recall
rustle Up Some Reminisce
'bout The Good Old Days And All
if I Were Seeking Someone Else
i Could Find A Way To Hide
but I'm Pleading Like A Pauper, Babe
and It Leaves No Place For Pride)


i Would Toss Away My Troubles
when My Mary Was Here
but Now I'm Lost Inside The Ruble
cause My Mary's Not Here
so Could I Come On Over
with My Heart In My Hands
and Place It On Your Pillow
like A Rusty Old Tin Can
i'm Drunk And Seeing Double
and My Mary's Not Here
once Again
be The Friend
that You've Been
and Take Me In.


please Take Me In.