Mary May & Bobby - Joe Purdy

It was a fine day in the fifth grade

When Mary May let Bobby walk her home from school

He had her books in hand and he was listening to every word she said

Like it was the gospel or the prophecies

And he loved the way her hair fell across her dress

Went home singing who wrote the book of love and try a little tenderness, yeah

The next day on the playground Bobby sat Mary down

On the swingset behind the sandbox

And she said, «Bobby I just want to play,

So what is this you have to say?»

He said, «Mary, marry me.

We could live out by the sea

Like they do on the movie screens

Oh, marry me, Mary May, Before you go back to play.»

It was graduation day

They were waiting on a plane to take Mary away

She said, «There's nothing left for me here but you

Bobby, I hope that you can find yourself too

There’s so much that I wish to know

And I have to do this on my own

And I hope that you can understand

Bobby, write me when you can»

And he said, «Take my high school ring

So from time to time now you can think of me And there’s just one more thing before you leave»

He said, «Mary, marry me We could live out by the sea

Oh, like they do on the movie screen

Oh, marry me, Mary May,

Before you off and fly away»

So much time has passed since that day

Mary stopped writing years ago

And Bobby never took his music on the road

Guess he never really gave up hope

Now Mary she’s got everything she thought she wanted

Got a PhD, she is an independent business woman

Climbing up the corporate ladder

Though it really don’t seem to matter,

She is lonely beyond belief

So one day she went home

Looking for the only love she’d ever known

She found him once again

Playing a circuit at a Holiday Inn

Still singing a song about the one gone long ago

Just goes to show you never know

She took his hand in hers

Got everything she had planned and rehearsed

She said, «Bobby, marry me We could live in a apartment building with a window view

We could take in movies on the weekend

While we’re planning our vacation

Take a honeymoon by the sea

Oh Bobby, won’t you just marry me?

Won’t you just marry me?

Oh please, marry me»

It was a fine day in the fifth grade

Mary May let Bobby walk her home from school