I take a trip every evening scrolling down memory lane
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I'm walkin' again those familiar paths dreaming those dreams again
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And I can always see my sweetheart just as she used to be
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Waiting for someone at the garden gate and I know that someone is me
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Big brown eyes and pearly hair and you'd tell that's Mary
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Rosy cheeks and ruby lips can't you tell that's Mary
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Ofttimes in the evenings we'd go scrolling
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Hand in hand together beneath the pepper tree
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And I can feel her hand in mine as I sit alone tonight
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Dreaming of the times I spent with Mary
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Ofttimes in the evenings...
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Oh gee wouldn't it be wonderful to open up the doors of the past
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And live again as yesterday
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But you know no matter where I wander no matter where I roam
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There'll always be a place in my heart boys
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Fofr a girl away back for a girl that I used to call Mary
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My Mary
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Randy Travis |