| Cross my fingers and I hope to God
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| I knock on wood and pray with all I’ve got
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| You can cross my bow with a cannonball
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| See the writing on the wall, oh
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| Well, there’s no map and there’s no clue
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| Of where to go and what to do, who to dog
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| And who to ride, who to hold forever by your side
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| Yeah, forever by your side
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| Mary, won’t you call my name?
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| Mary, won’t you call my name?
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| Mary, won’t you call my, Mary, won’t you call my
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| Mary, won’t you call my name?
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| Well, I fell into the hands of a rich man’s daughter
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| She led me like a lamb, no bother
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| To go and live inside a barn
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| On her daddy’s 90 acre farm
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| Well, hide your daughters in the snow
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| And watch out for the undertow
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| Hold both hands against the door
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| Dig your feet into the floor
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| Tell ya, there’s no map and there’s no clue
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| Where to go and what to do, who to dog
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| Who to ride, who to hold forever by your side
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| Yeah, forever by your side
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| Mary, won’t you call my name?
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| Mary, won’t you call my name?
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| Mary, won’t you call my, Mary, won’t you call my
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| Mary, won’t you call my name? |