Bruce Robison First Thing About Mary Lyrics

The first thing about Mary,
I'll tell you 'cause you asked.
She don't like when folks are always livin' in the past
Y'know talking 'bout
The good old days and how things might've been.
If some people had been different, it might be
better now for them.
That's what you learn when you know Mary long as I
have.

See, when I met Mary Campbell- that's what her name was
then-
It was a party in the woods with a fire in a garbage
can
As everybody stood and watched the embers rising in the
sky,
I was asking 'bout the little girl
with the big brown eyes.
But no one knew the first thing about Mary.

Well I ain't worried about it, no, I know it'll all be
okay.
She's gonna come on back to me some day.
'Cause you don't know the first thing about Mary.
She could never love a man that way.

Now, one thing about Mary
is she don't ever lie.
And she can tell if you are just by
looking in your eye.
And she'll say she
forgives you, and you'll try to make amends,
but once her trust is gone, she can't really
give it back again.
That's what you learn when you know Mary long as I have.

I ain't worried about it, no, I know it'll all be okay.
She's gonna come on back to me some day.
'Cause you don't know the first thing about Mary.
She could never love a man that way.

Pray that they don't dust your life
for the little fingerprints.
Can't recall my life before her and there ain't been
nothin' since.
And they can raise great buildings
full of stuff I'll never learn,
but I understand the reason
for the fire, and how it burned.

See, one thing about Mary not a lot of people know
is she can't stay in small towns
if she thinks she needs to grow.
And you can say it's just a phase,
and she'll soon give in,
and she won't ever leave you,
Boy.
You better think again.
'Cause you can't throw a rope around my Mary.

I ain't worried about it, no, I know it'll all be okay.
She's gonna come on back to me some day.
'Cause you don't know the first thing about Mary.
She could never love a man that way.

Yeah, you don't know the first thing about Mary.
She could never love a man that way.