Artist: Willie Nelson
Song: My Mary
Last of the Breed
Transcribed by: Verne Garrison
Banjo tuned E, Key D Capo 3

My Mary


            D              G                       D
I take a trip every evening strolling down memory lane
                                           Bm                    A
I'm walkin' again those familiar paths dreaming those dreams again
                  D                     G              D
And I can always see my sweetheart just as she used to be
                                   G           Bm       A         D
Waiting for someone at the garden gate and I know that someone is me

           G               D
Big brown eyes and curly hair
             G           D
 Cant you'd tell that's Mary
         G            D
Rosy cheeks and ruby lips
                A      D
 Cant you tell that's Mary

     D              G                D
Ofttimes in the evenings we'd go strolling
                  G                       A
Hand in hand together beneath the papaya tree
           D               G          Bm          A
And I can feel her hand in mine as I sit alone tonight
                D          G         D
Dreaming of the times I spent with Mary

( fiddle - guitar )
Ofttimes in the evenings...
      D                  
Oh gee wouldn't it be wonderful to open up the doors of the past
And live again as yesterday
But you know no matter where I wander no matter where I roam
There'll always be a place in my heart boys
For a girl away back for a girl that I used to call Mary