Me and Marryanne

I rode into Two Guns, Arizona My MaryAnne was ridin on my side She was all done up in pearl, fringed in Spanish leather Hell on wheels, the fastest steel off the Whitney assembly line My MaryAnne was known from here to Abilene And how she'd come to be mine far and wide Many were the men that longed to hold her Many were the men that we left holdin down a box of pine We took a table at the Last Drink Road to Ruin This cowboy poured himself a seat When he asked if she had ever known a real man My MaryAnne she kissed him ever so sternly on the cheek That ain't no way to talk around a lady You ain't a big enough boy anyway I'd suggest you get to pullin or get to packin If you're still dyin to have a conversation I got six ideas in rotation That fool hearted fella found his nerve And he went and grabbed it Me and MaryAnne let him have it Well the bar keep said I hope that horse is all legs That's RT Waylon lyin there at your feet Son if you and the lady know how to run I'd run like a son of a gun That's the bad Bill Duckin gang coming up Hells St. Well I know a posse when I see one It's possible they'd come to take revenge But I recognized that long haired bastard limpin through the dirt As the only known survivor of the only time My MaryAnne has ever missed I rolled me up a cigarette I let em stand out in the heat I finished up my nickels worth of whiskey I prepared my MaryAnne Trouble for to meet Then we busted through the batwing door My lady lettin loose of them 44's Through the hot Arizona heat I watched them scatter Old Bill lay leakin in the mud He was spitting on a question in a puddle of blood I told him if he wanted mercy he'd have to ask it Then me and MaryAnne We let him have it We made our getaway Down in Diablo Canyon Made our bed beneath the rim We awoke to the 45th Division Of General Montgomery's Blue backed fightin men Well I contemplated out surrender You see my lady never been no quitter She's been that way as long as I've been with her Now the writing's on the wall I heard the echo of the Gatling guns As the buzzards circled in the setting sun I held my lady close in true loves fashion Then me and MaryAnne We let em have it