Mary The Submissing Years

Intro 
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[Verso 1]
 
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It was hot, 100 in the shade 
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When Mary got a note from this guy named Gabe 
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She dont remember getting pregnant but, she did 
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And by all accounts she churned out one heckuva kid 

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But walking home from church one day, he just up and disappeared 
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Maybe he went to find Santa or maybe he went to get beer 
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He was just twelve years old, this miracle she carried 
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It was all so confusing, she wasnt even married 

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So she fled south to Elizabeth, her eldest cousin 
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Who despite her old age, also had one in the oven 
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And in a duplex with a busted cement gnome 
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Chattanooga was as good as home, Thats in Tennessee 
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Theres Barbie lovers and firecrackers, train trackers... 
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Coca Cola makers, insurance takers, And a lotta hot preachers 
 


[Refrão]
 
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Sarah bought some brownies 
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Shawna bought Rose 
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They almost booked a beach trip 
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But they didnt have a way 

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They baked biscuits at daylight 
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For whoever might stop by 
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But they didnt get a lotta callers at 
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The corner of Do or Die 
 


[Verso 2]
 
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Sweet tea was flowin and so were the tears 
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As Mary lived out her submissing years 
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Not really free and sure not a boss 
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Just mostly lonely and mostly lost 

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Wherever Jesus was and whatever God had in mind 
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She hoped her boy was out there somewhere having a good time 
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Cause chance just seems to fall out of sky 
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And thats if youre lucky and the weather was dry 

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Lots of letters from Mama came, full of worry and I told yas 
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So she curled up on the couch and watched Steel Magnolias 
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She baked a cake and baked a ham 
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She opened an account on Instagram 

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Cause thats what ya did back then 
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Mary was a good ol gal, She didnt deserve this shit 
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She wrote her lines out one at a time 
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And she didnt complain one bit 

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She saw Sinead cover Loretta on Saturday Night Live 
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Like every good virgin does 
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But she spent most her time just sittin round wondering 
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Where in the hell Jesus was 
 


[Refrão]
 
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Sarah bought some brownies 
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Shawna bought Rose 
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They almost booked a beach trip 
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But they didnt have a way 

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They baked biscuits at daylight 
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For whoever might stop by 
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But they didnt get a lotta callers at 
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The corner of Do or Die 
 


[Verso 3]
 
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Time went by like molasses 
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So she signed up for some classes 
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But it seemed there were no real answers 
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Just a lotta fast food and raunchy dancers 

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And things everywhere were the worst kind of wild 
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She knew in her gut they were coming for her child 
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With bumpers and thumpers and guns ablazing 
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Ol Jesus was in for some gnarly hazing 

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Frat boy hazing that is, the worst kind 
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She thought oh my God, what have I done 
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Hes a bottle of milk and all the love inside him is mine 
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Theyre gonna kill my baby, they dont like him none 

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So she cut off all her hair, she thought she might could get there 
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If they would just mistake her for a man 
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It looked kinda mod, it probably wouldnt please God 
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But she had to have some kind of plan 

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Turns out there are no fish at the end of a lightning rod 
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And the worst thing you can grow up to be is the son of God 
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Im not sure theres anything anybody can do 
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When people will kill ya even when theres nothing wrong with you 

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So come gather round me friends, 
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All my contemporary peers 
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And I tell you all the story of Mary 
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The submissing years