David Allen Coe
Maria Is a Mystery
Maria has a music box she winds up most every dayOnce a week is all it takes to make the music playMelody is just some childhood lullaby her mother used to sing to herAnd the road down to the city goes right by Maria's doorI often walk right by her house on my way to the storeUp there where those Italian mothers dress their shivering bambinos for the rainShe tells me about Jesus and all his gallant men I tell her about fantasyMaria she's this lady on my way down to the river Maria she's a mysteryMaria she's a mysteryYeah passing by this morning I drew a picture in my handOur bodies in some candlelight that glowed upon our skinMaybe if I touched her she would disappear like angels in a dreamShe tells me about JesusLa la la la la la
From Letras Mania