Mother Mary

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[Primera Parte]

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I've walked half of this country 
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to get to this town
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To put a bill in my pocket, shake
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 the dirt from a crown
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If your worries are trouble then 
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your trouble, it's broke
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Your bottle is empty, now there's
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 blood on the floor
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Your bottle is empty and there's 
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blood on the floor

[Segunda Parte]

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Well, the colors ain't mixin', 
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your tolerance has run dry
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So you board up your windows to 
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make it through the night
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They might hunt you like foxes, 
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they'll sell you as slaves
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You'll be the one throwin' fire 
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when they make it to the grave
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You'll be the one throwin' fire 
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when they make it to the grave

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[Estribillo]

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Mother Mary called
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She wants her son's blood washed
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 from the walls
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Mother Mary called
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She wants her son's blood washed 
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from the walls

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[Tercera Parte]

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Well, we're havin' this baby come
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 the first of July
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My job is a joke and this bank 
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account dry
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If the Lord loves his children 
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like your good book does teach
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Well, He'd burn these here 
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bastards, put shoes on my feet
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He'd burn these here bastards and
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 put shoes, He'd put shoes on my 
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feet

[Estribillo]

F        C      Dm
Mother Mary called
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She wants her son's blood washed
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 from the walls
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Mother Mary called
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She wants her son's blood washed
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She wants her son's blood washed
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Said she wants her son's blood 
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washed
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She wants her son's blood washed
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Said she wants her son's blood, my 
Lord
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She wants her son's blood, my Lord
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Said she wants her son's blood, 
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yeah, washed from the walls

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