Mary Lee Jones
Days were lonely and so were the nights
She could not tell wrong from right.
Body broken, worn to the bone,
The final days of Mary Lee Jones, Mary Lee Jones.
She could not get him out of her mind.
Too much passion drove her blind.
Nothing she could call her own,
The final days of Mary Lee Jones, Mary Lee Jones.
Days were lonely and so were the nights.
She could not tell wrong from right.
Nothing she could call her own,
The final days of Mary Lee Jones, Mary Lee Jones.
Mary Lee Jones
Dias eram solitários e assim foram as noites
Ela não poderia dizer o certo do errado.
Corpo quebrado, desgastado até o osso,
Os últimos dias da Mary Lee Jones, Mary Lee Jones.
Ela não conseguia tirá-lo de sua mente.
Paixão muito a levou cego.
Nada que pudesse chamar de seu,
Os últimos dias da Mary Lee Jones, Mary Lee Jones.
Dias eram solitários e assim eram as noites.
Ela não poderia dizer o certo do errado.
Nada que pudesse chamar de seu,
Os últimos dias da Mary Lee Jones, Mary Lee Jones.
Composição: Lindsey A Buckingham