Miss Mary (Live at the House of Blues, Boston, MA, 2020)

Lady killed a man today

Somewhere out of the way

Didn't know what to do or what to say

And she ran

Oh as fast as she can

To the nearest garbage

Where she threw his body in with a plastic bag

To cover up the rancid smell and decay of her man

Oh, what a tragic plan

Miss Mary and her man

Never killed no one before, never seen such blood

When she heard a man a'thump she grabbed that six-shooter gun

There was nothin' he could do, nothin' he could say

He was naked with another woman, screwin' around that day

One! (Hey!) Two! (Hey!) Three! (Hey!) Four! (Hey!)

Was this for real?

Five! (Hey!) Six! (Hey!) Seven! (Hey!) Eight! (Hey!)

She woke up on the floor of the jail

Was just an illusion, a toxic thrill

Kill a man, and

Thing about Miss Mary was she took too many pills

Voices in her head are calling out

Miss Mary and her man

She woke up from a dream

Seein' blood about

Her husband was innocent

She killed him anyhow

La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Oh, Miss Mary, shootin' about

Killed a man with illusion and doubt

Oh