Marie

words & music by Chris LaVancher © 2012

Goin’ down to Memphis
I’m gonna find my sweet Marie
She ran off with another man
Made a fool out of me
Goin’ down to Memphis
I’m gonna get me a gun
When I hold it in the air
Gonna watch everybody run

Met her at a county fair
She was lookin’ for a ride
Sweet sixteen and cigarettes
And a tattoo on her thigh
She spoke to me of Elvis
Said she’s gonna go see the king
I told her that the king is dead
She said “You don’t know a thing”

We drove all the way to Louisville
Smokin’ dope and drinkin’ wine
And all the while we’re crossin’
State line after state line after state line
We pulled into a cheap motel
Somewhere off route 65
She took my hand, smiled and said
“I’m gonna show you a read good time”

Well you might think I’m crazy
Crazy as can be
But if you saw her bathed in that dashboard light
You’d done just the same as me

Marie …
What you do to me, do to me, do to me
Marie…
What you do to me, do to me, do to me

Well I woke up on the floor of that
Dirty cheap motel
The door was off the hinges
And my head sure hurt like hell
A note was on the bedside
And this is what it said
“I hope my boyfriend Elvis
Didn’t bust your pretty head
Thank you for the money
And thank you for the ride
We’ll see you down the road some day
That is if you’re still alive”

Marie …
What you do to me, do to me, do to me
Marie …
What you do to me, do to me, do to me

So now I’m goin’ down to Memphis
I’m gonna find that sweet Marie
She ran off with another man
Made a fool out of me
Goin’ down to Memphis
I’m gonna get me a gun
When I hold it in the air
Gonna watch everybody run