Packed my bag, my guitar,
the sound of Chuck Berry in my car.
Got bored of sitting in my trailer by the sea.
I headed north, cross the prairie, 
in thirty days I want to find my Mary.
Made up my mind I want to get things back in line.
I know it's been a while and I'm the one to blame.
But Mary, let's start all over again.

Oh, Mary, I want you to know,
I never met a better girl than you after a show.
I hope you're still around and my longing's not in vain.
Mary, let's start all over again.

I go crazy 'cos I'm ready for you
don't turn my brown eyes blue.
I want to be with you 'cos I'm crazy for you
and I hope you're crazy for me, too.

You never called, I wonder why
I guess you just were a little too shy.
Mary, that's okay, I understand
and [bad word] love needs its time.
You never answered all my letters.
Probably you didn't have no time.
 [bad word]  I understand, why beat around the bush.

I'm on my way to you and I hope it's not in vain.
Mary, let's start all over again.