Misc Originals – Alana Brezenski - Mallory (Guitar)

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Start up , ‘73, . . . Budweiser route . . . Miami down through the keys

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Flagler’s overseas highway was narrow and rough

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No weight on the wheels . . . or side mirrors on the truck

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She was born . . .  in Cuba . . .  just 90 miles away

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Where every day is songless . . . and every color gray

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She heard a place of freedom lie . . .  just across the bay

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So she strapped herself to a steel drum boat . . .  drifted away

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She landed at Bud & Mary’s . . . Isla Morada in the Keys

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She got a job cleaning fish . . .  as they came in from the sea

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Fate would play matchmaker . . .  when they crossed paths that day

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He met the Cuban girl . . .  putting cases of beer away

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She knew a place of beauty . . . but in English couldn’t say to me

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But he knew she sought . . .   the square called Mallory

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He said hang up your apron . . .  tell Mary you’re coming with me

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And we’ll watch the sun set together . . .  in that western key

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She ran ahead to the rail . . .  the barrier to the sea

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As the sun tucked itself away, she fell to her knees

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She said a prayer to heaven . . .  in words unknown to me

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But I knew two words among them . . . Jesus and Mallory

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For 9  years she rode beside me . . .  up and down . . . these keys

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From Marathon to Big Pine . . . they stretched an end to me

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The seven mile bridge . . . was  wide enough . . . that any now can cross

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So Mallory and I we bought a shack . . . where we pretend . . . we’re . . .  lost