So Mary Could Make It Home

From the first day school let out each summer All the kids would come to our backyard and We’d play ball and keep track of our home runs And all the boys would do just fine but One thing was never known I sacrificed my back lot average So Mary could make it home So Mary could make it home So Mary could make it home I always hit to the right fielder’s mitt So Mary could make it home Well Mary was the first girl I ever knew To have a paper route I taught her how to fold em up And how to throw em out And I remember a thousand evenings When the rain would start to come I’d finish the block and get soaking wet So Mary could make it home So Mary could make it home So Mary could make it home Well my old Schwin was a rusty sin So Mary could make it home Well I held hands and carried books Like all the other kids But I held and carried Mary’s More than anyone did And when Mary’s Daddy said 11 O’ Clock In that low curfew tone Well I missed the ends of more good movies So Mary could make it home So Mary could make it home So Mary could make it home I missed the end of Gone With The Wind So Mary could make it home It must have been fifteen years Since we had seen each other But a few months ago I ran into Mary And we had lunch together We laughed and talked and then we cried She asked if I would phone I lied and said I better not So Mary could make it home So Mary could make it home So Mary could make it home Now the love we steal is short but real So Mary can make it home