He Sings for Mary

He don't sing for crowded bars, tips, and shots of whiskey

He don't sing for empty chairs in a dive somewhere, in some lonely city

He don't sing for himself in cheap motels outside San Antone

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 T-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 shotgun 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 ol' 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 T-shirt

She moves and spins right through his mind

When neon lights just get too bright

He closes his eyes and sings for Mary

Another 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 T-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

He sings for Mary