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letra de if my mary were here (live) - harry chapin

[intro]
god, it’s amazing how there’ve been certain key moments in my life when i’ve been a real s.-.b. and it doesn’t turn out well, and then i go back and ask somebody to have pity on me, you know? it’s amazing. here we go. one.

[verse 1]
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
but i’m standin’ here in tatters like some ragpicker’s dream
tumblin’ down the rapids of a swollen flood-tide stream
and i would not be alone if my mary were here
but she took off, and lord, i’m lost
[verse 2]
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 our blankets 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

[bridge]
i’m so sorry that i called you, babe, 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

[verse 3]
i would toss away my troubles when my mary was here
but i’m lost inside the rubble ’cause my mary’s not here
i’m a sad sack sir galahad whose sword’s around his knees
with a grail no longer holy and a prayer that’s sayin’ please
i’m drunk and seein’ double ’cause my mary’s not here
are you there? could you still care?

[bridge]
you know i could have whistled up an old tune, babe
that your memory just might recall
and i could rustle up some reminisce
’bout the good old days and all
if i were seeking someone else
you know i could find some way to hide
but i’m just pleading like a pauper, babe
and it leaves no place for pride
[verse 4]
it’s too quiet in this house, mary’s not here
i’m a young old sodden souse ’cause my mary’s not here
but could i come on over with my heart in my hands
and place it on your pillow, babe, like a rusty old tin can?
i know i’m just a louse, but my mary’s not here
once again, be the friend that you’ve been and take me
take me in
please take me in

- harry chapin

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