Jimmie Davis
My Mary
[Verse]
I take a trip every evening, strolling down memory lane
I'd walk in again those familiar paths, dreaming those dreams again
And I can always see my sweetheart just as she used to be
Waiting for someone at the garden gate and I know that someone is me

Big brown eyes and curly hair
Can't you tell that's Mary?
Rosy cheeks and ruby lips
Can't you tell that's Mary?

Oft times in the evening, we'd go strolling
Hand in hand together beneath the pepper tree
And I can feel her hand in mine as I sit alone tonight
Dreaming of the hours I spent with Mary

Oft times in the evening, we'd go strolling
Hand in hand together beneath the pepper tree
And I can feel her hand in mine as I sit alone tonight
Dreaming of the hours I spent with Mary