(Ronnie Lane, Ron Wood, Rod Stewart)
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Sweet Lady Mary has to rest her poor head
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Wakes in the morning with her breakfast in bed
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I tried to help her but I did not know how
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I tried to love her but it's all over now
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Nothing left to comfort me
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Except a sunny day
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Steal away
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Steal away
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Over the stones along the dusty old road
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With every footstep one more tale is told
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With every turning one more side to see
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Sweet Lady Mary's seen the last of me
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A lesson is learnt
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I'll never come this way again
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I'll steal away
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Steal away
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Her Spanish habits are so hard to forget
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The lady lied with every breath, I accept
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Was a matter of time before my face did not fit
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I knew all along I'd have to quit.
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Anyway now, I better not
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Waste anymore of your time
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I'll steal away
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Steal away
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I think I'll go back home and start all again
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Where the Gulf Stream waters tend to ease the pain
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And on a new day when I've mended the wound
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Sweet Lady Mary's gate I swear I'll be bound
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But before I sit down again
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And waste anymore of your time
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I better steal away
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Steal away
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Sweet Lady Mary
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