Marie

We shared a room till I was 6, I'd look across my pillow
Ask her if she was sleeping, try to keep her from her sleep
We had a picture on the wall of a baby angel in a golden crown When the world came tumbling down on me and Marie

God knows we couldn't be more different, the two of us cut from the same cloth
Where one end must be velvet soft, the other denim and gabardine
We were Sunday morning church, assigned seats at the dinner table
Four older brothers raising a little bit of hell, then me and Marie

She looks more like our mother
She's prettier and softer
And she always helps me find my way
I've been lost a time or two
She knows bigger words than I do
But we both got the same size shoes
And no one's ever walked in mine but me and Marie

Marie turned 13, two weeks after daddy sat us down said your mama's died
And it took me years to realize she wasn't out getting groceries
I was waiting on a resurrection, saved by my disposition
Our grandfather crying in the kitchen, couldn't bear the sight of me and Marie

She looks more like our mother
She's prettier and softer
And she always helps me find my way
I've been lost a time or two
She knows bigger words than I do
But we both got the same size shoes
And no one's ever walked in mine but me and Marie

Well our big brothers are a Godsend, we grew up and married good men
God blessed us all with children, we're a pretty tight family
The baby angel's framed in my writing room and I stare at him some afternoons
He must've known he had a job to do watching over me and Marie