Capo 1 

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If you ain't got two kids by 21,
                                          Bb
You're probably gonna die alone.
                                        F
Least that's what tradition told you.

And it don't matter if you don't believe,
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Come Sunday morning, you best be there in the front row like you're supposed to.


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Same hurt in every heart.
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Same trailer, different park.


Bb
Mama's hooked on Mary Kay.

Brother's hooked on Mary Jane.
F
Daddy's hooked on Mary two doors down.
Bb
Mary, Mary quite contrary.

We get bored, so, we get married
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Just like dust, we settle in this town.
                                      F                                 C
On this broken merry go 'round and 'round and 'round we go
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Where it stops nobody knows and it ain't slowin' down.
                       F
This merry go 'round.


F
We think the first time's good enough.
                                              Bb
So, we hold on to high school love.
                                               F
Sayin' we won't end up like our parents.

Tiny little boxes in a row.
                                                   Bb
Ain't what you want, it's what you know.
                                               F
Just happy in the shoes you're wearin'.


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Same checks we're always cashin' 
Bbm                           C
to buy a little more distraction.


Bb
Mama's hooked on Mary Kay.

Brother's hooked on Mary Jane.
F
Daddy's hooked on Mary two doors down.
Bb
Mary, Mary quite contrary.

We get bored, so, we get married
F                         C                  Bb
Just like dust, we settle in this town.
                                      F                                 C
On this broken merry go 'round and 'round and 'round we go
F                         C         Bb
Where it stops nobody knows and it ain't slowin' down.
                       F
This merry go 'round.



Bb
Mary, Mary quite contrary.

We're so bored until we're buried
F                         C                  Bb
Just like dust, we settle in this town.
                                      F                                 
On this broken merry go 'round 


F
Jack and Jill went up the hill.

Jack burned out on booze and pills.

And Mary had a little lamb.
                                                F
Mary just don't give a damn no more.



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