(mary chapin carpenter)

Fields of green by the side of the road
Going down in marys land
Roll down the window feel the cool of a grove
Hit the palm of your outstretched hand
Radios playing a tune from the country
Fiddle and an old time band
Race with the moon to the edge of the water
Down in marys land
Down in marys land

East of virginia where the bay meets a river
Down in marys land
The wind pulls your sleeve like a long lost lover
Whose heart cant understand
How you ever could leave
The view you behold
Aint it fine and aint life grand
When you dont need nothing
But some beer and a bushel
Down in marys land

Gonna sleep with the stars
And a slice of the moon
Hanging right above my bed
Gonna dream not of things
That Ive left behind
But those Ive found instead
Down in marys land

Radios playing a tune from the country
Fiddle and an old time band
Race with the moon to the edge of the water
Down in marys land

Gonna sleep with the stars
And a slice of the moon
Hanging right above my bed
Gonna dream not of things
That Ive left behind
But those Ive found instead
Down in marys land