Where’s Mary? ©December 2025 by Mark King
[Verse 1]
Phone starts ringing, I pick it up fast
“You calling for Mary?" I always ask
She’s not anywhere, house is an empty box
I bet I know where she is, probably with her flock
I look in the garage, I touch the hood of her truck
Outside the garage door, it’s the sound of clucks
She’s out back, playing with birds
That’s my Mary, too special for words
[Chorus]
She’s out with the chickens, that's where she'll be
Talking to Silkies, happy as can be
Cute as the dickens, morning till night
Sometimes I wonder, is she alright?
[Verse 2]
Mailman at the door needs something signed
I holler her name, no answer this time
I looked in the bedroom, and in the john
It’s not the weekend so she’s not mowing the lawn
Step out on the porch, there she is in view
Hand-feeding treats to the whole dang crew
There’s baby peep, training some baby chicks
Where’s Mary, up to her old tricks?
[Chorus]
Out with the chickens, that's where she'll be
Collecting the eggs, birds laying them free
Where is Mary, she’s out there with her flock
There’s ducks and peepers, and a few wild Peacocks
[Verse 3]
Supper getting cold, I called once more
She's late to the table, like every night before
I know where to find her, no need to guess
She’s taking it easy, where there aint no stress
[Chorus – full fun energy, Tele lead cries sweet]
Out with the chickens, that's where she'll be
Laughing and loving that feathered family
They’re cute as the dickens, from dawn til dark
She's got her own flock, and they've got her heart
[Bridge – Tele solo whispers then builds clean]
I wouldn't trade Mary, no amount of money will do
Even if she's always covered in chicken “wooooooo”
She's my chicken queen, happy and free
Out with the chickens... but she comes home to me
[Final Chorus – full lift, gang vocals light]
Where’s Mary, I know where she'll be
Hand feeding her roosters, that roam free
Out with the chickens, cute as the dickens
My Mary and her birds, keep me picken
Cute as can be, yeah, birds are her thing!