Take a bottle drink it down...

She lived on the curve in the road in an old tar paper shack.On the south side of the town on the wrong side of the tracks.Sometimes on the way into town we'd say, "Mama can we stop and give her a ride?"Sometimes we did but her hands flew from her side.Wild eyed crazy Mary.
Down a long dirt road past the Parson's place.That old blue car we used to race.Little country store with a sign tacked to the side.Said 'NO L-O-I-T-E-R-I-N-G ALLOWED.'Underneath that sign always congregated quite a crowd.
Take a bottle drink it down. Pass it around.Take a bottle drink it down. Drink it... Pass it around. Pass it a...A-take a bottle drink it down. Pass it... Pass it a... Pass it around.
One night thunder cracked. Mercy backed outside her windowsill.Dreamed I was flying high above the trees over the hills.Looked down into the house of Mary.Bare bulb on Newspaper covered walls. And Mary rising up above it all.

Victoria Wiliams.