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Stella.

This feller is an old friend of yours. That's what he said.

He doesn't mean anything to me.

Then kill him.

- But I've never... - For me.

For the man who's gonna trust you from now on.

A Warner Bros. Television Production.

Rain's still comin' down wholesale.

Reckon the good Lord is overstocked.

We don't get rain in these parts except once in five years.

Then they get us a real goose-drownder like this one.

Sort of to make up for lost time.

What about the bridge to Silveropolis?

I just took a look at it. It's two foot under water.

All the years I've been here, never seen the like of it.

It's undoubtedly the second deluge.

What we three wet Noahs should be doing

is gathering the animals two by two and bringin' 'em

to the dubious shelter of this leaky ark.

Five.

I suggest you collect the snakes, Maverick.

Won't you say that's more your line?

I've already started rounding up the lower order of varmints.

One skunk so far. My deal.

We've been stuck here for a week with nothing to do.

My friend, Gentleman Jack Darby

with whom I had shared many experiences in the past

most of them disastrous, had gotten us into this mess.

He'd heard that in a neighboring town

the miners were poker hungry.

But the rains had come before we could reach it.

And here we were, stranded in a ghost town.

Well, what do you do?

If I were to open for, uh, 2000, what would your response be?

I'd file for bankruptcy.

Well, I've already won approximately 185,000

from you in cash.

Uh, you do have cash, Maverick?

I'd get writer's cramp just making out an IOU that big.

Well, I've already won your horse.

A swayback nag wouldn't even make good library paste

much less glue.

I suppose we play for your gun.

An inferior firing piece at best

that you nor it has never hit anything.

Don't you have anything that I could really use, Maverick?

From where I sit, Darby, I think you could really use

a good punch in the jaw.

It sounds fascinating.

'Suppose we make that the bet.'

'First one who's dealt an ace'

gets to take a free swing at the other.

Would certainly serve to relieve the tedium of this awful place.

I'd be pretty stupid to pass up a chance to belt you.

New deal.

You fellas must be pretty much up against it

for something to do.

Gambling to whomp each other.

Oh, I gotta get back to the barn.

Two of my cows are calvin'.

Cows are stupid mothers.

Take your eye off them and they wander away from their calves

like they've never even been introduced.

And I hear the paternal instinct isn't too strong in the father.

Yes. They're off leerin' with another cow with that time.

Is that an ace you just dealt me, Darby?

So it is.

You know you definitely limit me, Maverick.

Forcing me to deal off the top.

Well..

Ah, this is silly. Sit down, Darby.

Oh, no. Oh, no, it's an old family tradition.

We Darbys always pay our debts, uh, when we're able.

It's an old Maverick tradition that we never hit

women, children, or slow-witted con men.

Sit down.

I insist that you hit me, Maverick.

Alright.

If you really want it.

Uh, now, you stick out that receding chin of yours

Darby, ol' boy.

'Whoa!'

Hi, Luke.

'How'd you make it through this gully washer?'

Luke's back in Tonopah sick with pneumonia.

I'm takin' his place.

My name is Latimer.

What're you doin' in this route?

The regular stage route is three foot under water.

Thought I'd make it this way to Carson City.

- You can't. - We've gotta get there.

The creek's flooded.

Well, we're stuck here, folks.

Better get in out of the wet.

Will one of you men lend us a hand, please?

I've got a sick man in here.

You boys better get out.

Mr. Hurley and me can help carry him, ma'am.

You bring the luggage and the blankets in.

Would you help me carry him in?

Delighted to be of service.

Can you sit up, dear?

Slowly, now.

We'll have you warm and comfortable soon.

I don't need to be carried. Give me your hand, Hurley.

'I'll give you a hand with the horses.'

Is that the only place you have to put him?

- What are those rooms in there? - Bedroom.

In a manner of speaking

but we'll be happy to give up ours for him.

- Is that alright with you? - That's alright.

Come on, partner.

Easy, mister. Easy.

Your friend ought to have his clothes off, ma'am.

We'll take care. He's my brother.

- What's wrong with him? - It's his lungs.

The damp weather and that jouncing on the stagecoach

hasn't done him any good.

Uh, we could use some hot soup. Do you have any?

Well, uh, probably rustle you somethin' up.

The old man that lives here cooks a bit.

Maybe he can get you something.

What's the matter?

Uh... blood.

I-I probably cut my hand while carrying him on his belt buckle.

It's nothing.

What happens when he finds there's no cut on his hand?

Nothin' much. He starts to pump his gums about it

and we shut him up.

Now that's what I call a beautiful addition

to this thriving metropolis.

Who's the sick one? Not her husband, I trust.

Brother.

Ah! A much simpler relationship.

Blood on the hands?

What'd you do? Commit a little murder in there?

No, but the sick one has a lung condition.

Must be pretty bad because, uh..

He bleeds through his shirt.

Do tell.

When I was lowering him on that bed

I noticed he had a .44 tucked in his belt.

What do you suppose the point is of a man that sick with a gun?

Possibly to protect himself from nefarious characters like you.

Who's the other one? The hard-faced party.

I don't know.

And the plump little gentleman gathering up the luggage?

I don't suppose you know who he is either.

Thomas Jefferson Herring, at your service, gentlemen.

Salesman for the Alpha and Omega linen company of Omaha.

Best outfit this side of Mississippi.

Blankets, bed linens, napkins and towels.

Which we could use, heaven knows on a day like this.

On account of the color of my hair, my friends call me Red.

Red Herring, get it?

A little subtle but we get it.

Are you with the other folks, Mr. Herring?

No, sir. They got on Tonopah, they said.

I flagged the coach a little town

about 40 miles west of there.

I guess I better get these bags and stuffy to them.

They may need it.

I, uh, left my sample cases on the stage.

Reckon they'll be safe enough.

Nothin' in 'em worth stealing. Where'd you put the folks?

Oh, right in there, Mr. Herring.

'Come in.'

A Red Herring, if I remember the dictionary definition

is something used to confuse or to divert attention

from something else.

And I saw the derringer too.

Maverick, have we happened into a nest of vipers?

Oh, you have it reversed, my friend.

They ran into us.

I better find old man Gillis. The sick one needs some soup.

Been couple of hours making that, old man.

Soup takes time, unless you have a liking for dishwater.

Well, hurry it up.

Will a man on horseback make it to Carson City?

If he didn't drown first.

They have to ford the creek.

And I reckon it's about 10 feet deep at this time.

There's no other way?

Across an 8000 foot mountain that don't have no roads.

What's in Carson City?

There's a doctor there we got to get to.

- Ama Deramus. - That's right.

Um, he ain't practicing there anymore.

- The law caught up with him. - For what?

For plucking bullets out of gunslingers.

It's a bad habit he had, it seems.

Is that what's wrong with the kid's lungs?

Lead poison, maybe?

You ask too many questions.

Yeah, that's my problem.

He's, uh, half Injun, ain't he?

Who?

Your sick friend, The Arapaho kid.

They, uh, say that he had quick notch in his gun.

There was hardly any butt left.

He's a fine-looking young man too. Takes a very good picture.

I've seen it in a lot of post offices..

Put that thing away.

I'm too old to be scared by a gun, almost anything else.

What you're up to ain't none of my business.

Anyway, there ain't nothin' around here

for, for a gunslinger like the kid.

Except wait to die, maybe.

You wanna take this in to him?

Wait a minute, I'll get you a spoon.

He's in pain, I gave him some laudanum to deaden it.

He better drink the soup first

On an empty stomach that stuff will knock him cold.

Where can I get some drinking water?

Right here.

Thank you.

Stella, you could've at least left me the watch.

How'd you know my name?

You told it to me that night.

What night?

The night you rolled me and took my watch in my poker.

You don't look familiar to me at all.

Stella.

Come on, let's not play games.

I'm not playing games, I just don't place you, that's all.

You have a pretty short memory, don't you?

Or was I just one of so many that you really can't remember?

I don't keep a diary, if that's what you're getting at.

Where was all this supposed to have happened?

Abilene. Last June less than six months ago at the Bogdan saloon.

Where you were working.

And I took your watch and wallet?

Sounds very dishonest of me.

How'd we meet?

The way anybody meets a dance hall girl.

I said hello to you, and you said hello to me.

What a fascinating conversation.

I thought you're a cut above the others.

Not me. I'm cut from the same bolt of shoddy as the others.

Alright, you were the one who played cards and you'd lost

your shirt that night, and you were down to about...

Oh, I had a pretty healthy bank roll, almost a thousand...

Six fifties, two twenties, and a ten, $350.

So let's not make it the national debt, huh?

Got to give my brother his medicine.

Stella.

It was a cold windy night.

We talked a lot.

And the stove kept going out, and you had to keep interrupting

to get more wood for it.

And you listened.

And that's exactly what I needed that night.

That's what I was there for, to listen.

I didn't think you were just doing your job.

Then when you left, I found my watch and money gone.

I, uh..

I must confess, I missed you most of all.

Uh, don't tell me you fell for me.

No.

Then why do you remember me so well?

I think of you often.

Whenever I wanted to know what time it was.

It's ten of eight right now.

So you just sing out whenever you want to know the time.

He ate and it started hurtin' again. Give him his medicine.

What goes on here?

She wouldn't give me the time of day.

You know her?

We've met.

Where'd you learn that trick?

I don't know, I picked it up somewhere.

Anyway, you're pretty good with your fingers, mister.

You a gambler?

What's that got to do with you?

You sort of expect them to be slick with their hands.

I'm not that kind of a gambler.

Anyway, you're pretty darn good with your fingers.

Hah, since our guests have the bedroom

I've been looking over the barn as possible sleeping quarters.

Dry, comfortable, you'll be... quite cozy there.

I'm going to sleep in the barn tonight?

Oh, don't be frightened.

You'll have that Red Herring fellow and the driver with you.

Oh, where are you gonna sleep?

Well, I thought, I, I might take this under-stuffed sofa.

It'll be very uncomfortable. I don't mind making the sacrifice.

The girl in there have anything to do with your self sacrifice?

Oh, no, not a thing.

It, well, very little.

Maverick, the, the poor child may need protection.

- Oh. - 'She's trying to poison me.'

'Rance, dear, it's just medicine.'

'Get back in the bed, kid.'

'Take it, take it, take it. She's just tryin' to help ya!'

Oh, goodness!

You keep feeding me this stuff.

You, you're trying to get me drugged.

She's after the bounty.

You stayed behind, waited while we did the job.

'Since when do you need a woman to help?'

I wouldn't have got shot if she'd done her part.

I never did anything like that before.

- And I was afraid! - Come on, kid.

She's trying to kill me!

Did you have to hit him?

Highly emotional group.

Much too noisy.

Maverick, I've reconsidered.

I'll sleep in the barn.

Suit yourself.

Ah, what sort of a job was it that she sat out?

I haven't the slightest idea.

Oh... something unsavory, I would imagine.

What's goin' on around here?

Just a little disagreement.

Better keep this out of sight.

Oh, yeah, fightin' amongst themselves, huh?

Yeah.

Then, I'll latch all to the good.

- Where you gonna sleep? - Right here.

I could put blankets on the floor in my room for ya.

Thanks, this will do just fine.

Alright, goodnight.

Goodnight.

Looks like your friend's gonna camp out there all night.

Go out and talk to him while I get out through the window.

Keep him busy.

You wouldn't shoot a defenseless woman, would you, mister?

Your brother tried it.

He was so full of pain killers

he didn't know what he was doing.

You got a cigarette?

- Cigar. - No.

You in a mood to buy a lady a drink, huh?

Old man Gillis brewed himself up

some kind of dynamite drippings.

Slugger couldn't talk for two days.

Unless you really need it, I'd say leave it alone.

Just wanted something to shut this night out.

Well, forget about it.

He wouldn't hurt me, you know.

When he's himself, he's a great guy.

He could've taken any girl out of the saloon

where I worked, but he picked me.

Well, not anymore than any brother should do for a sister.

Alright, so he's not my brother.

I had nine brothers, little ones, I took take care of.

The big ones, when I was working, sponged off me.

So, who needs brothers?

Will this ever let up?

We just got to get him to a doctor.

Where did he pick up the bullet?

Who says he's carrying one?

He's bleeding to death, isn't he?

Oh, it's easy to pick out a killer.

They smell of death.

The ones they've caused in their own race to catch up with them.

Just because he is sick and down, he isn't through.

He can still take care of little boys like you.

You had a gun on him. Why did you stop?

He's the only man in my life that ever..

Didn't try to shine up to me or paw his way in to my favor.

Or, uh, squawk because I copped his watch.

He is a real man.

But a dead one. He's been dead a long time.

My pappy used to say, those who live by the gun..

Die by the neck.

Oh, those are big words, aren't they?

I'd like to see you face up to him right now.

Sick as he is, he's more alive than you are.

But he will be dead if I don't get him help soon.

And then you can have your precious watch back.

Take it right now. Take it, wind up the stem

watch those pretty little hands go round

and have yourself some fun

while a better man than you is dying in there.

Go ahead, take it!

No, no, no sign of it.

I don't think this coach was carrying anything.

Ten thousand dollars in gold coin.

Payroll for the Chowderhead mine.

I know it was on this stagecoach.

'Cause the payroll clerk told me.

And he's got no reason for lyin'.

- He's gotten his cut of it. - Beats me.

Did you check there in the sap cases?

'There's nothin' in there, but towel, sheets and napkins.'

'What did you expect? He didn't join us until it was all over.'

We should've passed up this job.

We didn't have enough men for it to start with.

Everything went wrong.

Could you imagine the kid getting shot

by a lousy stagecoach driver? And now..

He is dying and... we can't find what we are after.

Maybe that payroll clerk was plannin' to get us bushwhacked.

Seems to me they'd have carried a shotgun rider

if they was totin' of all that gold.

Not if they hid it where nobody would think to look.

You sure you checked real close?

Yes. Seats, roof, everything. It ain't here.

You didn't find it by any chance and stash it away?

- Look here, Hurley.. - It's been known to happen.

Where would I put it?

How would I get it away without you knowing it?

Alright, take it easy.

You better come with me, the kid's pretty riled.

You tell him all about it.

You better take this for a while, Stella.

You might need to know what time

to give your friend his medicine.

I thank you. And my friend thanks you.

Well, nine o'clock.

You used to start getting pretty wild

back at the joint about this time.

What if it's raining in Abilene?

You know, there's an old sayin' that..

You can't ever figure out a woman.

I've heard it many times.

But what do you mean by it?

I'm tickled to death to be out of the bon ton.

Which means that I should be happy to be here.

How happy do I look?

You look about the most unhappy girl I ever met, Stella.

I just don't know when I'm well off.

How did you get into the bon ton in the first place?

Which story would you like?

The one that I was fascinated by the life?

Did someone push me through the swinging doors?

I came from a very religious home.

Do you believe that?

Why not?

My father was a preacher, sort of.

I mean, no church. He'd never been ordained or anything.

He somehow got it into his head that the whole world was wrong

and that it was his job to set them right again.

So he went around preaching to anybody who would listen.

Sometimes even those who wouldn't listen.

I've met them.

Hell, fire and brimstone shouters

finding sin everywhere.

I knew one who said it was a sin to be born.

Oh, according to my father, that was the greatest sin of all.

He hated women.

Said we were responsible

for getting man kicked out of paradise.

I took it as long as I could.

Then I just split out one day. I was 15.

Pretty young to go out in the world all by yourself.

I found that out.

In Toledo I got a job in a dry goods store selling notions.

Until the owner decided to try to sell me some of his notions.

Then I hit the road again.

I had always heard that if a girl waited long enough..

Mr. Right would come along.

And I thought I met him, in St. Louis.

Very good looking, smoothie.

'Said I had a lovely singing voice.'

Have you, Stella?

When I used to call the hogs for my father

they must have liked it 'cause they always came running.

That was supposed to be funny.

Don't you like jokes?

I don't think your story is funny.

No sense of humor, that's all.

Well, anyway, Mr. Right decided

I was another Jenny Lind.

And he was gonna put me on a stage.

'Only, he didn't.'

'Instead, he put himself on the stage.'

'Then went to Dallas.'

So, I was left. No job, no money.

No prospects.

End of story.

Not quite the end, Stella.

In fact, it's hardly the beginning.

Good stories never end with the heroine in a jam.

In every one I've read, she lives happily ever after.

What's "happily"?

- I'm not unhappy. - With him?

His mother was an Arapaho princess.

But that doesn't mean anything to people, no.

He's just a half-breed.

Half-red, half-white, all nothing.

Neither side wants him.

They don't want him because the cause he fights for is death.

He has the blood of great chiefs in him.

He kills because he needs to, like a grizzly or a cougar.

And he doesn't have their excuse.

He doesn't kill to eat, it's in his blood.

And it's not the blood of great chiefs.

It's the blood of murderers.

He's turned on you once, Stella.

Get away from him before he kills you.

Why don't you leave me alone?

Why'd you make me tell you my silly story anyway?

What do you want from me?

Not a thing, Stella.

Except to wish you luck.

It's about time you had some.

Gentleman, there is a cadaver at the creek beyond the barn.

- A what? - An extremely dead man.

- 'Who is he?' - 'He didn't tell me his name.'

You get a look at him? Husky fellow with a black mustache?

'I wouldn't know.'

Oh, I have an idea who it might be.

If I'm right, it's awful.

I-it's terrible awful!

Come on.

They found the stage driver. I'd said at the time

don't shove him in the water. Bury him or let him lay there.

'That creek runs downstream to here.'

Just our luck they gotta find him now.

You listenin', Rance?

They found him, so what?

So old man Gillis already knows who you are.

Everybody knows who I am.

Look at her.

'Ever since she came back from talkin' to that guy'

she's been staring out at the rain.

Like she never seen rain before him.

Maybe she's crazy about it.

Are you in love with rain, Stella?

- I don't mind it. - Not with that dude out there.

You got a case on him, haven't you?

Don't be silly, Rance.

Gonna run off with him after you collect on me, honey?

Why be with you only to turn you in?

That's why!

I must've been loco when I took you out of that saloon.

None of you painted cats are any good!

Oh, don't call me that, please.

- None of you can be trusted! - Get back in the bed.

Kid, you move around, you'll kill yourself.

You'd like that, wouldn't ya?

Dead or alive, the poster said.

Oh, Rance... Rance, you're sick.

You wouldn't be talkin' like that if you weren't.

Look, come on, please get back in the bed.

I love you, only you.

I came with you 'cause I loved you.

Only you, Rance.

Only you.

He's been drivin' that stage the last ten years.

Luke Rogers, family man.

Three kids.

Killers! Murderers!

Dirty gunslingers!

Killin' innocent people. Come on out, ya butchers!

Argh!

Stella, get their guns.

Get 'em!

You'll all swing for this.

If I'm lucky, I'll get to pull the rope.

Poor Luke.

Decent fella never done no harm to no one.

'Stella! Stella, come in here!'

Oh, it's started again. I'm bleedin' to death.

We gotta get this bullet outta me.

What are we gonna do?

Where do you keep that booze you made?

If you don't wanna die you'll tell me where it is.

Alright, alright, it's in the kitchen.

- Where in the kitchen? - Under the pump.

- Get it. - Huh?

We gotta get the kid drunk before he can be operated on.

That slug's killing him.

You're slick with your fingers, mister.

'You'd better be slicker than ever before..'

because you've got a very delicate job to do.

I've never done this before. I'm not qualified.

Get on with it.

You'd better not watch this, Stella.

Go out in the lobby. Send Latimer in here.

We'll need some bandages. Are you wearin' a petticoat?

Tear it into strips.

That's good.

Hurley wants you.

Bad luck ain't doing me much good. You tryin' to kill me?

I'm getting a bullet outta you that would kill you.

I'm not very good, but I'm doing my best.

Give me a drink.

Give me that cup.

Here.

Take it easy. That's high enough.

Go on, go on.

Cover that window with something.

That wind's blowin' right in on him.

Take that blanket.

Hold it so the wind don't get to him.

It's lodged right behind a rib. I'm gonna have to probe.

Go on.

That was a good job, mister.

An inch closer and it would've been in his heart.

He's gotta lie good and still for a while

'to help stop that blood from flowing.'

You can put that away, It's dug out.

What are you aiming to do?

Save you from getting into bad trouble, mister.

You've been practicing without a license.

That's against the law.

I'll take that gun, miss.

Give it here.

A lot of dying has been going on here.

There's gonna be a lot more.

You're a lousy doctor.

'I'm bleeding worse than before.'

I did all I could for you.

Wasn't good enough.

'Yeah, it's a derringer.'

He used the two shots it had.

Stella..

This fellow is an old friend of yours. That's what he said.

He doesn't mean anything to me.

Then kill him.

But I've never... For me.

For the guy who's gonna to trust you from now on.

Oh!

No, killing, Stella.

No murder. That's his job.

Give that story of yours a chance.

Don't let it end in jail or on the gallows.

Get away from her.

I'm not asking just for my life, Stella

I'm begging for yours.

Why do you care about me?

I love you.

Ask him how much he'd love you

if this gun wasn't pointed at him.

I lied to you, Stella.

I haven't forgotten you, not for one moment.

Why, that night was the biggest night of my life.

You let me talk and you acted like you cared

for what I had to say.

I thought we had something going for us.

I-I felt ten feet tall.

I reached out and touched you

and I remember grasping your hand and holding on to it.

You already had my heart.

He talks pretty to save his life.

Get him away from you, Stella.

Never mind about the way I feel.

Think about yourself.

Oh, make that story end happily, Stella.

'I want it for you.'

'Not with me if you don't have any feeling for me.'

But certainly not with that slimy gun slinger.

Standing there spitting death even while he's dying himself.

You get him away from you, you little painted cat

'or I'll kill you both!'

Well, the rain's let up.

I don't know whether it's all through

or just gathering strength to start up again.

But the crick's gone.

The stage can go on through if they get going right away.

Good.

You ain't no linen salesmen, mister.

No, I'm not.

You're the law?

Wells Fargo is my boss.

There's $5000 on the Arapaho Kid.

I'll arrange for you to collect.

As for you, Mr. Darby...

Mr. Herring, you should've revealed yourself earlier.

You and I have been working together in a sense.

I took that gold from the stage and hid it to protect it.

After all, we were here among thieves.

You did?

I saw the whole thing.

You did?

Bright thinking.

Mr. Herring, doesn't Wells Fargo provide some reward

for these services?

I'll mention your thoughtfulness.

Maybe they'll give you something.

Oh. Well, all contributions gratefully accepted.

Well, I guess I better see about getting the stage ready.

- Will you help me, Boone? - Yeah, sure.

So you took the payroll gold

and put it away for safe keeping, huh?

Well, somebody had to do it.

Since when did you turn honest?

Ah, well, I... I have these sudden lapses.

Oh.

Maverick, I've been meaning to congratulate you

on one of the finest performances I've ever seen.

Including Booth Hamlet, Macready's Richard the third.

You out did them both easily.

Performance?

When you told that baggage you loved her

to get the gun away from her to shoot that unruly fellow.

Oh, you were absolutely stupendous, Maverick.

'Now, take it easy, Darby.'

I won that sock on a jaw from you yesterday.

I was just collecting a debt.

Well, Darby always pays his debts.

I'll get the horses ready.

Hmm.

I won't be needing this anymore.

Where're you going to, Stella?

You told me to give myself another chance.

But you didn't tell me how to go about it.

Thank you for caring for me...

but all the feeling I was capable off, died last night.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

I'm not going back to the saloon.

I've got a cousin in Dakota territory.

I'll try to find her.

I heard she had a lot of kids. Maybe she'll take me in.

Can you picture me with kids?

Yeah, I think I can.

Maybe you're right.

I told you I took care of a passel of little brothers

and it was kind of fun when it wasn't hard work.

Maybe it'll be fun again.

That was just for a goodbye.

Our horses are ready.

Maverick, believe it or not, something puzzles me.

When you hit me, were you just collecting that bet?

Or was it because of the impertinence of suggesting

that you might have been play acting with that girl?

Which was it, Maverick?

Thank you.

Hope you make it.

It's crowdin' up again.

You're going, huh?

Afraid, we must.

I must like it or I wouldn't be staying here, would I?

Yup, I like it.

My nature craves peace, quiet.

You should've left sooner.

Well, if we leave now, we still might get across that creek.

Oh, I wouldn't if I were you.

Most of the mountains here empty in that creek.

They sure empty fast. Creek wasn't too low start with.

And it's gonna get a lot higher fast.

High card?

- High card. - You deal.

♪ Who is the tall dark stranger there ♪

♪ Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Ridin' the trail to who knows where ♪

♪ Luck is his companion ♪

♪ Gamblin' is his game ♪

♪ Smooth as the handle on a gun ♪

♪ Maverick is the name ♪

♪ Wild as the wind in Oregon ♪

♪ Blowin' up a canyon ♪

♪ Easier to tame ♪

♪ Riverboat ring your bell ♪

♪ Fare thee well Annabel ♪

♪ Luck is the lady that he loves the best ♪

♪ Natchez to New Orleans ♪

♪ Livin' on jacks and queens ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend of the west ♪

♪ Riverboat ring your bell ♪

♪ Fare thee well Annabel ♪

♪ Luck is the lady that he loves the best ♪

♪ Natchez to New Orleans ♪

♪ Livin' on jacks and queens ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend of the west ♪

♪ Maverick is a legend of the west ♪♪