People talking sound like dogs
Barking through the trees
Making no sense at all
Meaning nothing to me

Mother Mary
Quite contrary
I did not mean to let you go so quick

People talking crack me up
They don't have a little clue
What it's like to be me
What it's like to lose you

Mother Mary
I grow weary
I did not mean to let you go so quick

People talking sound like dogs
Barking up the wrong tree
Take a good man down
And set the evil free

Mother Mary
Quite contrary
I did not mean to let you go so quick

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Writer(s): MARK O. EVERETT