Hail Mary (Pomplamoose)

Oh Mary, I'm not coming home too soon Tell all our babies that daddy has gone to the moon My feet were sold to this winding road My feet were sold, baby, long ago Oh Mary, I've left you a pile of dough Under the floor boards near Billy-Joel's radio Baby I love you, but there's no chance Baby I love you, but where's romance? Little Rock, I'm on my way to San Jose Driving at 90 an hour The Devil knows me Oh Mary I think of your eyes every day If I could see them I surely would not run away When we were young there was so much time When I was young there was so much time Oh Mary, I'm not coming home too soon...