(Ian Hunter)
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(Studio version)
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(Transcribed by Justin Purington)
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In 1935 I was living in paradise, I had a friend up in Cicero.
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We used to go out to the track, we'd knock a few whiskeys back.
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I'd lose my shirt and then I would lose my way home
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I was driving my Stutz Black Hawk through Justice in the dark,
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when suddenly the blood froze in my veins.
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She was standing by the road in an incandescent glow,
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My heart stood still, my foot slammed on the brakes.
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She said "Please, please would you dignify my wish?
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I'm trying to get to Heaven, could you tell me where that is?"
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On a wild Chicago night, with a wind howling white,
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I caught my first sign of Resurrection Mary.
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I was trembling like a leaf, I was scared beyond belief,
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after all my conscience ain't that clear.
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I used to work for Mickey Finn, I did the numbers for Big Jim
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Perhaps my day of reckoning lies here?
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I said "Please, please, I would dignify your wish.
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But when it comes to Heaven, I'm just a little bit amateurish."
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On a wild Chicago night, with a wind howling white
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I cheated time with Resurrection Mary.
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And I felt tears form in my eyes,
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for the first time I felt something deep inside,
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and the first time I saw angels high in the air,
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for the first time in my life,
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and I said "Mary, go to the light, it's gonna be alright."
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I got down on my knees, I said "Sweet Mary, please,
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dignify these wishes before you run.
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Will you tell him I've reformed, will you tell him I'm reborn?"
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She closed her eyes and then she spoke in tongues
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I said "Please, please, tell me what he said."
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She said "You must die
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the day before the devil knows you're dead."
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On a wild Chicago night, with a wind howling white
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I waved goodbye.
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On a wild Chicago night, oh with a wind howling white
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I lost sight
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of Resurrection Mary
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of Resurrection Mary
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of Resurrection Mary
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of Resurrection Mary
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with the naked eye
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with the naked eye
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with the naked eye
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with the naked eye
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There are a number of differences to the lyrics in the live version as performed at the Mick Ronson Memorial Concert at London's Hammersmith Apollo, 29th April 1994.
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(live version, transcribed by Wim Woittiez)
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In 1935 I was living in paradise, I had a friend up in Cicero.
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We used to go out to the track and knock a few whiskeys back.
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I'd lose my shirt and then I'd lose my way home
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I was driving my Stutz back home through Justice in the dark,
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when suddenly the blood froze in my veins.
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She was standing by the road in an incandescent glow.
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My heart said 'run' but my foot slammed on the brakes.
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She said "Please, please would you justify my wish?
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I'm trying to get to Heaven, will you tell me where that is?"
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On a wild Chicago night, with a wind howling white,
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I caught my first sign of Resurrection Mary, RM, RM, RM.
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I was trembling like a leaf, I was scared beyond belief,
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after all my conscience is not clear.
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I used to work with Mickey Finn, I did the numbers for Big Jim
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Perhaps my day of reckoning was here?
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I said "Please, please, I'd love to dignify your wish.
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But when it comes to Heaven, I'm just a little bit amateurish."
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On a wild Chicago night, with a wind howling white
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I cheated time with Resurrection Mary, RM, RM, RM.
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Yeah the tears were forming in my eyes,
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for the first time, I felt something deep inside,
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and for the first time I saw angels high in the air,
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for the first time in my life.
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I said "Mary, go to the light, it's gonna be alright."
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I got down on my knees and I said "Sweet Mary, please,
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justify the wishes before you run.
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Will you tell him I've reformed, will you tell him I'm reborn?"
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She closed her eyes and then she spoke in tongues
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I said "Please, please, will you tell me what he said?"
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She said "You must die
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the day before the devil knows you're dead."
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On a wild Chicago night, with a wind howling white
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well I waved goodbye to Ressurection Mary, RM, RM, RM.
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On a wild Chicago night, with a |