Lyrics

She was raised on Lake Adley in the town of Parkers Prairie
Her mother called out, Don’t be too late Mary
The perfect place to be a kid
Summer days riding bikes and swimming at the beach
Everyone knew everyone and everything you did

Her first job was bussing tables at the Doghouse Bar and Grill
She got that first paycheck, it was such a thrill
Now that seems like a million years ago
All she ever wanted was to leave Parkers Prairie
But the town just wouldn’t let her go

Everybody here lives to be a hundred
The obituaries all look the same
She wonders if she’s staring at her future
Is this what it’s gonna look like, when the paper lists her name

Will anyone take notice of my passing
Who will even care that I’m gone
Will I leave behind anything that’s lasting
A poem, a story or a song

Now she shows up three, just like every other day
Hums a little tune along the way
The one she used to sing back when she dreamed
Of leaving Parkers Prairie for fortune and fame
But time slips away and changes everything

Everybody here lives to be a hundred
The obituaries all look the same
She wonders if she’s staring at her future
Is this what it’s gonna look like, when the paper lists her name

Will anyone take notice of my passing
Who will even care that I’m gone
Will I leave behind anything that’s lasting
A poem, a story or a song.

She was raised on Lake Adley in the town of Parkers Prairie
Her mother called out, Don’t be too late Mary