Текст песни Hail Mary - Jack Conte

Oh, Mary, I'm not coming home too soon.
Tell all our babies that daddy has gone to the moon.
My feet were sold to this winding road.
My feet were sold, baby, long ago.

Oh, Mary, I've left you a pile of dough.
Under the floor boards near Billy-Joel's radio.
Baby, I love you, but there's no chance.
Baby, I love you, but where's romance?

Little Rock, I'm on my way to San Jose.
Driving at 90 an hour, the Devil knows me.

Oh, Mary, I think of your eyes every day.
If I could see them, I surely would not run away.
When we were young, there was so much time.
When I was young, there was so much time.

Little Rock, I'm on my way to San Jose.
Driving at 90 an hour, the Devil knows me.

My feet were sold to this winding road.
My feet were sold, baby, long ago.

Little Rock, I'm on my way to San Jose.
Little Rock, I'm on my way to San Jose.
Little Rock, I'm on my way to San Jose.
Driving at 90 an hour, the Devil knows me.

Oh, Mary, I'm not coming home too soon.
Oh, Mary, I'm not coming home too soon.
Oh, Mary, I'm not coming home too soon.