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Mary Stewart

When we were kids we used to run right through this town
Mary Stewart was the prettiest girl around
She was maybe sixteen years
Maybe sixteen years
Mary Stewart was the sweetest girl around

Her father raised her up; her ma was dead
He was proud of everything his Mary did
He’d say: “Mary is my girl, the best in the world”
He was proud of everything his Mary did

On a hot day we’d go hang out by the pool
Or wander up the creek where it was cool
And Mary, she’d run and laugh, her voice was pure as gold
Mary Stewart was the sweetest girl I’d known

I remember the night she met that evil Red
He was twenty-one and handsome, so she said
He said: “Jump into my car, Mary; I won’t take you very far”
I remember the night she met that evil Red

That was the night Mary Stewart did not come home
Her father called us all up on the phone
He said: “Who would take my girl?  Who would take my girl?”
The night Mr. Stewart called us on the phone

A few days later they found our Mary dead
In a field outside of town the sheriff said
Oh, who would take her life, evil Red with his big buck knife
A few days later they found our Mary dead

This old town will never be the same
I remember Mr. Stewart in the rain
Praying: “Lord please take my girl.  She’s the best in the world.”
I remember Mr. Stewart in the rain

When we were kids we used to run right through this town
Mary Stewart was the prettiest girl around
She was maybe sixteen years
Maybe sixteen years
Mary Stewart was the sweetest girl around