These are the words of a frontier man
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Who lost his love when he turned bad.
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Take a message to Mary
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But don't tell here where I am
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Take a message to Mary
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But don't say I'm in a jam
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You can tell her that I had to see the world
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Tell her that my ship set sail
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You can say she'd better not wait for me
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But don't tell her I'm in jail, oh don't tell her I'm in jail.
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Take a message to Mary
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But don't tell her what I've done
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Please, don't mention the stage coach
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And the shot from a carried gun
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You better tell her that I had to change my plans
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And cancel out the wedding-day
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But please, don't mention the lonely cell
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Where I'm gonna pine away, until my dying-day.
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Take a message to Mary
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But don't tell her all you know
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My heart is aching for Mary
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Lord know I miss her so
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Just tell her that I went to Timbukto
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Tell her I'm searching for gold
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You can say she better find someone new
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To cherish and to hold, oh Lord, this cell is so cold.
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Take A Message To Mary
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Bob Dylan |