David Allan Coe - Maria Is A Mystery lyrics

Maria has a music box she winds up most every day Once a week is all it takes to make the music play Melody is just some childhood lullaby her mother Used to sing to her. And the road down to the city goes right by maria's door I often walk right by her house on my way to the store Up there where those italian mothers Dress there shivering bambinos For the rain She tells me about Jesus and all his gallant men I tell her about fantasy Maria she's this lady on the way down to the river Maria, she's a mystery Yea pa**ing by this morning I drew a picture in my head Our bodies in some candlelight that glowed upon our skin Maybe if I touched her she would disappear Like angels in a dream.