My Mary - Texas Playboys, Bob Wills

I take a trip every evening journey down a memory lane

Strolling again those familiar paths dreaming those dreams again

I can always see my sweetheart dressed as she used to be

Waiting for someone at the garden gate, I know that someone is me

Big brown eyes curly hair, can’t you tell it’s Mary

Rosy cheeks ruby lips, can’t you tell it’s my Mary

Often times in the evenings we’d go strolling

Hand in hand together beneath the pepper trees

I can feel her hand in mine, as I sit alone tonight

Just dreaming of the hours I’ve spent with my Mary

Often times in the evenings we’d go strolling

Hand in hand together beneath the pepper trees

I can feel her hand in mine, as I sit alone tonight

Just dreaming of the hours I’ve spent with my Mary