Crazy mary
David Allan Coe Lyrics


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Crazy Mary from Londonderry
Lives next door to the cemetery
How many lovers have you buried
We would shout running scared
Along the green and golden paths
That took us home away from Crazy Mary

In the lamplight burning low
Dimly through enchanted woods
She rocks beside the fire
That was never lit and as we ran on by
Pretending to be frightened
We'd shout and laugh at Crazy Mary

She would never answer us
Smiled through the window softly
Wild eyed and wild haired but we were sure
That in the dark of night
She cursed us soundly casting spells
And such to run us into donkeys
Crazy Mary from Londonderry...

So it seems that older now
We stand upon this wind swept moor
The lonely grave before us testifies
That Crazy Mary sings and dreams
Her dreams somewhere but not
Where little kids can follow after

And on the stone these words dear friend
Please write me down as one who loved
The raven haired and laughing lads
That swore that they would marry me
And soon their sons came running by




And here I lie forgotten Crazy Mary
Crazy Mary from Londonderry...

Overall Meaning

The opening lyrics of David Allan Coe’s ‘Crazy Mary’ describe an enigmatic and mysterious character, Mary, who lives next door to a cemetery. The lyrics ask how many lovers Mary has buried, emphasizing the eerie nature of this strange woman. The fear and unease associated with Mary is heightened by the youthful, joyful depiction of the singer and his friends, who would run and shout along the green and golden paths that led them home away from Crazy Mary.


The second stanza of the song builds on this sense of fear, describing Mary rocking beside a fire that was never lit, and the singer and his friends mockingly pretending to be frightened as they shout and laugh at her. The lyrics effectively contrast the innocence and youthfulness of the singer and his friends with the fear and mystery that surrounds Crazy Mary, creating an eerie and foreboding atmosphere. The final stanza provides a poignant ending to the song, as the singer reflects on the passing of time, and the lonely grave of Crazy Mary that testifies to the fact that she sings and dreams somewhere, but not where little kids can follow after. The listener is left with a sense of sadness and nostalgia, as well as a chilling reminder of the mysterious and unsettling nature of Crazy Mary.


Line by Line Meaning

Crazy Mary from Londonderry
Introducing Crazy Mary from Londonderry


Lives next door to the cemetery
Crazy Mary's residence is next door to the cemetery


How many lovers have you buried
Wondering how many of her lovers she might've buried


We would shout running scared
Shouting in fear while running


Along the green and golden paths
The path leading to their area was green and golden


That took us home away from Crazy Mary
The path helped them get away from Crazy Mary's place


In the lamplight burning low
The light from the lamp was dim and low


Dimly through enchanted woods
There were woods that felt magical and mystical


She rocks beside the fire
Crazy Mary was sitting by the unlit fire


That was never lit and as we ran on by
The fire had never been lit and we ran past it


Pretending to be frightened
Pretending to be scared of Crazy Mary


We'd shout and laugh at Crazy Mary
Shouting and laughing at Crazy Mary as they ran past her


She would never answer us
Crazy Mary never answered our shouts


Smiled through the window softly
Crazy Mary just smiled softly at them from the window


Wild eyed and wild haired but we were sure
Although Crazy Mary had wild eyes and hair, they were sure of something


That in the dark of night
Thinking that at night


She cursed us soundly casting spells
Crazy Mary supposedly cursed and cast spells on them


And such to run us into donkeys
To turn them into donkeys, which they found terrifying


So it seems that older now
The singer is now older and looking back


We stand upon this wind swept moor
They are at a windy moor or hilltop now


The lonely grave before us testifies
The grave in front of them symbolizes something


That Crazy Mary sings and dreams
Crazy Mary sings and dreams, even after death


Her dreams somewhere but not
Her dreams are somewhere else now but not where kids could follow


Where little kids can follow after
Little kids cannot follow her dreams


And on the stone these words dear friend
There are words inscribed on the stone for them to read


Please write me down as one who loved
Crazy Mary wants to be remembered as someone who loved


The raven haired and laughing lads
She loved the young men with dark hair who laughed


That swore that they would marry me
The young men claimed they would marry her


And soon their sons came running by
Their sons came along very soon


And here I lie forgotten Crazy Mary
Now she lies forgotten, still Crazy Mary from Londonderry


Crazy Mary from Londonderry...
Ending the song identifying once again: Crazy Mary from Londonderry




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: BRODERICK SMITH, MATTHEW DONALD WALKER

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Dr. Craphead


on Damn I Wish I Was a Nigger

The song is not by David Allan Coe

Niggerhatingme


on Nigger Hatin Me

I like sugar and I like tea
But I don't like niggers, no sir-e
There are two lone things that'll make me puke
That's a hog eating slop and a big black spook

You know it, 'cuz I show it
Like a barnyard rooster I crow it
And the NAACP would sure like to get
A hold of nigger hatin' me.

Roses are red and violets are blue
Niggers are black and you know that's true
But they don't mind 'cuz what the heck
You gotta' be black to get a welfare check.

.And I'm broke, no joke. I ain't got a nickle
For a coat and I ain't black you see, so Uncle
Sam won't help poor nigger hatin' me.

Jigga-boo Jigga-boo where are you? I was
Here on the woodpile watching you. Jigga-boo
Jigga-boo come outdoors. No! I'sa scared of the

White man way down south.

You know it, 'cuz I show it. Stick your black
Head out and I blow it and the NAACP can't keep
You away from 'lil 'ol nigger hatin' me.

Mirror mirror on the wall who is the blackest
Of them all? A man named King it ain't no doubt
And he's causin' lots of trouble with his baboon
Mouth. Oh no it's he's a done it, caused by the
Trouble he's a brewin' and the NAACP can't win if
The white man stick with nigger hatin' me.

Hey Mr. President what'd ya say? When are we
Whites gonna have our day? The niggers've had
Theirs for such a long long time. I'm a white
And it's time that I had mine.

You know it, 'cuz I show it. Stick your black head
Out and I blow it and the NAACP can't win if the
White man stick with nigger hatin' me.

Nigger hatin me'
Nigger hatin me'
Nigger hatin me'
Nigger hatin me'

All true, how's the death count in chimpcago? https://heyjackass.com/

Ben - Moderator


on Nigger hatin me

Jigga-boo come outdoors. No! I'sa scared of the White man way down south.

Meaning of this line above has now been corrected

Matt


on Nigger hatin me

Who ever did the meaning lines is funny... woodpile is a real term, and when it says jig aboo come out doors, he imitates a poor sounding guy saying he's afraid of the racist whites from the south cuz if they even show themselves in public, they were a target. This is a bad song about the unspoken truth

cemegonuts


on You piss me off...you fuckin' jerk

This is not David Allen Coe. It is a song written by Gaye Delorme and performed by Garry Lee and Showdown.

Teresa Warnke


on Pick Em, Lick Em, Stick Em

Are there any decent constitutional lawyers in the house?
Mr. Coe has been barred from performing in most public forums.
He is one the last surviving Outlaws of country music. Although, Nigger Fucker has racist theme, Mr. Coe was defended by his life long friend, Charlie Pride, who inspired the song, all of his days. They were close friends until the end.
David Allen COE is elderly and we don't have long to have an opportunity to see him perform. What is more is that he deserves to use his constitutional right to free speech.
Some would like to have this song and many more that feel are offensive removed from existence. I am not a racist and recognize the foulness of the song, but, I am mature enough to turn off music or any other media that I don't like.
Personally, the Brian Adam's song, "Rum to You", makes me sick, as does Reba Macy tyre's, "Fancy" and "Whoever's in New England".
Ms. Macy tires songs if a mother pimping out her daughter and an abandoned housewife faithfully waiting for her man to return from fucking his mistress hurts women. The Brian Adam's song also hurts women. I do not for a minute believe that this music should never be heard again. It does provide opportunity to discuss these things with younger people.
I am going to delete my YouTube music account because they removed DAC for it's content. I did have much respect for YouTube for it's American spirit and patriotism even though the way they pay their talent is nonsensical. One deletion is a demonstration of what will follow. Eventually this could lead to less freedoms for all of us.
Please don't fall into the currant popular victim trend. Turn off music you don't like and get on with your day.
Or stand up to censorship of the arts.
Thank You,
Teresa Warnke

Rodan


on Cum Stains on the Pillow

Dribble it on her nose!

11inthemoney


on Itty Bitty Titty

Young sex is the best

11inthemoney


on Itty Bitty Titty

Shucks it's cool.

Rodan


on Cum Stains on the Pillow

Another AWESOME DAC song that makes me bellylaugh!!!

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