Hammond-Hazelwood You came into town with your truck and your wardrobe Your turquoise, your pills and the crew Your cowboys, your playboys, the studs and the gay boys Your gals and your hairdresser, too And you rented a small apartment, and everyone settled in Midst the pillows, the beads and the stereo leads and the ups and the downs in the gin Oh Mary, oh Mary, the stars of the prairie Still shine on your high stepping shoes But those were the days, Mary, those were the days When you side stepped the Hollywood blues When the money ran low all your friends found excuses The family soon fell apart And you learned there's a limit to what you can do When your purse ain't as big as your heart But still you're blasting off somewhere on something with somebody new And nobody knows what he does, where he comes from, nobody, least of all you Oh Mary, oh Mary, the stars of the prairie Still shine on your high stepping shoes But those were the days, Mary, those were the days When you side stepped the Hollywood blues