Mary, MaryE A E A Is many times so lonely she's unhappy the reason to cry is alwaysE my guitar, babyA D what she will say when she comes and she will find an ampty houseH A with very few words on itG that I love herH E A well, I must play, I must play Well, even so she hopes believes and dreams if not today tomorrow evening I'll be with her, here Phone is ringin' on my table I have a guilty look at Mary and she knows what l will say and she does at me "heah", I must play, I must play Mary, Mary Is many times so lonely she's unhappy the reason to cry is always my guitar, baby I' m leaving what she'll say to me when we'll be together she'll excuse me surely she want for ever do at me like to the others "heah", I must play, I must play