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Maria Gracia

Grateful for each hand we hold Gathered round this table. From far and near we travel home, Blessed that we are able. Grateful for this sheltered place

One day, well, on one tombstone All our names should go, we shared a life The beauty and the ugliness Through all we've been and with the birth of a child

the beat of my heart She's the shot of a gun She'll be the end of me And maybe everyone Ah, Mary, Mary, Mary, America Ah, Mary, Mary, Mary, America

I tell you of a girl, her husband was a soldier Gone to war in some strange country far away No word had come to her but the rumors of great battles fought

In my perfect isolation I can stay here for awhile Antidotes and revelations Just extend my own exile Wasting away, the world's right in front of me

We stood in a long line waitin' for the door be unlocked Out in the cold wind, ?round the razor wire fenced in cell block Young mamas with babies, sisters

Introducción: Dios te ha dado la gracia del cielo, María Dolores Y, en tus ojos, en vez de mirada, hay rayos de sol Déjame que

pepas on the chain gang And the pepas want to know my real name But to me it's all the same When I'm puffin on Ms. Mary Jane Cause she's helpin me to

He ain't got the power, power of love Lewis drives a beat up '69 Dodge Swears it's a statue of Mary, keeps his car from fallin' apart Gracie right beside