[guitar playing]

Dear Mary Alice, you shine on high.

You kept me and my brother by your side.

At times, you'd dress us up in red and gold.

To carol at the local old folks' home.

You'd hope that peacefully they'd go.

Aunt Mary Alice, hallowed be thy name.

Okay.

St. Jude, what am I to do?

When the folks I used to know are slipping through.

It's the grit of an airtight grip.

Calloused hands that slowly submit.

I'm driving along to the lonesome road.

90 miles left to go It's 90 miles of city roads St. Pete, won't you set me free From the wreck and the death inside of me I don't mind waiting in a winding line At the gates where the noise starts to die I'm driving alone To the lonesome road Just 90 miles left to go 90 miles of city roads To the lonesome roads Just 90 miles left to go 90 miles of city roads

Thank

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