He don't sing for crowded bars, tips and shots of whiskey
He dont sing for empty chairs, in a dive somewhere in some lonely city
He don't sing for himself in cheap motels outside San cntone
He does it for a barefoot angel... waiting for him at home
He sings for Mary
He sees her dancing in the kitchen light
In that almost see through tee shirt
She moves and spins right through his mind
When neon lights just get too bright
He closes his eyes and sings for Mary
Old guitar in the shot gun seat and a swig of truck stop coffee
Radio fades in and out as it sings only the lonely
It ain't the wheels makin' his ole chevy take off in the night
It's her baby I believe in you that keeps his dream alive
He sings for Mary
He sees her dancing in the kitchen light
In that almost see through tee shirt
She moves and spins right through his mind
When neon lights just get too bright
He closes his eyes and sings for Mary
Cnother honky tonk the band kicks off the beat
He takes the stage and he can hear her harmony
When He sings for Mary
He sees her dancing in the kitchen light
In that almost see through tee shirt
She moves and spins right through his mind
When neon lights just get too bright
He closes his eyes and sings for Mary
He sings for Mary