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It was hot, 100 in the shade When Mary got a note from this guy named Gabe She don't remember getting pregnant but, she did And by all accounts she churned out one heckuva kid But walking home from church one day, he just up and disappeared Maybe he went to find Santa or maybe he went to get beer He was just twelve years old, this miracle she carried It was all so confusing, she wasn't even married So she fled south to Elizabeth, her eldest cousin Who despite her old age, also had one in the oven And in a duplex with a busted cement gnome Chattanooga was as good as home That's in Tennessee There's Barbie lovers and firecrackers, train trackers, Coca Cola makers, insurance takers And a lotta hot preachers Sarah bought some brownies Shawna bought Rose' They almost booked a beach trip But they didn't have a way They baked biscuits at daylight For whoever might stop by But they didn't get a lotta callers at The corner of Do or Die Sweet tea was flowin' and so were the tears SongtexteAs Mary lived out her submissing years Not really free and sure not a boss Just mostly lonely and mostly lost Wherever Jesus was and whatever God had in mind She hoped her boy was out there somewhere having a good time Cause chance just seems to fall out of sky And that's if you're lucky and the weather was dry Lots of letters from Mama came, full of worry and I told ya's So she curled up on the couch and watched Steel Magnolias She baked a cake and baked a ham She opened an account on Instagram Cause that's what ya did back then Mary was a good ol gal She didn't deserve this shit She wrote her lines out one at a time And she didn't complain one bit She saw Sinead cover Loretta on Saturday Night Live Like every good virgin does But she spent most her time just sittin' round wondering Where in the hell Jesus was Sarah bought the brownies Shawna bought Rose' They almost booked a beach trip But they didn't have a way They baked biscuits at daylight For whoever might stop by But they didn't get a lotta callers at The corner of Do or Die Time went by like molasses So she signed up for some classes But it seemed there were no real answers Just a lotta fast food and raunchy dancers And things everywhere were the worst kind of wild She knew in her gut they were coming for her child With bumpers and thumpers and guns ablazing Ol Jesus was in for some gnarly hazing Frat boy hazing that is, the worst kind She thought oh my God, what have I done He's a bottle of milk and all the love inside him is mine They're gonna kill my baby, they don't like him none So she cut off all her hair, she thought she might could get there If they would just mistake her for a man It looked kinda mod, it probably wouldn't please God But she had to have some kind of plan Turns out there are no fish at the end of a lightning rod And the worst thing you can grow up to be is the son of God I'm not sure there's anything anybody can do When people will kill ya even when there's nothing wrong with you So come gather round me friends, all my contemporary peers And I tell you all the story of Mary, The submissing years Aus Songtexte Mania