Marcie was a friend of mine when we were kids. She was a couple of years younger than me. My senior year of high school, fate put her locker right under mine. We joked around and talked a lot. We never could figure out what to do with any of it. I really liked her.

They said Marcie bought the farm
Down in Florence by I-95
I saw her on Halloween
And she looked so alive
She was a princess, I was a frog
We made quite a sight

Marcie please don’t cry
I wrote this song for you
Cause we never got to say goodbye

Marcie was my poet friend
She was a country girl I guess
She stuck love notes on my car
I always liked country girls the best
I liked the words she wrote
And I loved the way she dressed

Marcie please don’t cry
I wrote this song for you
Cause we never got to say goodbye

The princess kissed me as the clock struck midnight
While eighteen jack-o-lanterns rolled through the night

When it happened I was out of town
Playing a gig in Tennessee
When I got back to my hotel room
There was sadness waiting for me
The light was flashing red
Dial 0 for misery

Marcie please don’t cry
I wrote this song for you
Cause we never got to say goodbye

Eighteen jack-o-lanterns rolled through the night

© Kent Newsome and Rick Paul