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What did you tell him?

I didn't see him. I never left the hotel!

We'll have to get rid of you.

Aah!

She wants out, we'll let her out.

We don't know what she told Maverick.

It doesn't matter. It can be explained away.

Alright, Pepe.

A Warner Bros. television production.

What do you say, señor?

It's your bet. You opened.

I would like to.. Oh, what is the expression?

- Eh, to tap you. - Tap me?

I have over 5000 here.

Most of it mine, señor.

I'm not ungrateful.

But how can you tap me? You only have 50 over there.

- You are a gambling man, no? - I'm a gambling man, yes.

That's how I know you can't tap me

unless you have as much as I have.

Well, I..

I have what might be regarded much more.

Have you been at the Santa Liora, señor?

- Down in the Rio Grande? - Mm-hmm.

A charming little town, with wonderful clima.

That is, climate.

No matter how hot it gets there during the day

there's nothing to do at night. Except..

In your language, the Lucky Lady

a cantina, of which I, Miguel Ruiz, am the proprietor.

It is also a gambling hall

'at which games of chance are played 24 hours a day.'

Of which the house receives a percentage.

And the señoritas that dance with the gentlemen..

..not one over 20.

That's sounds just fine.

I'll have to go down there sometime.

You may do better than that, señor.

You may just possibly win it.

Or just possibly not.

I have the deed for the... Dama Afortunada.

I tap you, señor.

I call.

Aces, four.

Pardon me, could you tell me where the Lucky Lady is located?

Yeah, right there.

Well, thank you.

Uh, I own it now.

- Do tell. - Yes, sir.

I'd like to invite you

to help me celebrate the new ownership.

Free drinks.

Uh, excuse me, gentlemen. My name is Bart Maverick.

I'm the new proprietor of the Lucky Lady.

I'd like to invite you up to have some free drinks

till sundown.

Gentlemen, free drinks at the Lucky Lady.

I'm the new owner.

Well, maybe I didn't make myself quite clear.

Drinks on the house till sunset.

Till midnight?

I'll take you up on that, mister.

And if I heard right, you said free drinks.

Oh, I most certainly did that, sir.

If I understand the invitation, it means free drinks anyplace.

Right.

If there isn't any in there, you'll buy 'em for me

at the El Molina Rojai across the street.

Well, that won't be necessary, sir.

Now, why shouldn't we have our drinks right here?

That's why.

Who is this Judge Painter?

Territorial judge.

Why did he close my place?

Well, the town is in a... in a kind of a jam

on account of that Spanish lady that just got here.

What Spanish lady?

The one who put the town in a jam.

Where is this Judge Painter's office?

In the courthouse, right around the corner.

Why is that cantina across the street open, and mine closed?

Why is the cantina across the street open, and mine closed?

Well, sir, in a manner of speaking, you can blame it

on the lady at the back of me.

Who is she?

The first marquesa, de Ruiseñor.

Was a lovely woman, wasn't she?

What do you mean, "Wasn't she?"

Well, she's been dead over a 100 years.

What is she going around closing saloons for now?

She owned most of the town Santa Liora had given to her

as a land grant from the King of Spain, Ferdinand VI

for meritorious services to the crown.

Well, I won the Lucky Lady because four treys

beat a full house anytime.

Now, what's a dead woman want with a cantina anyway?

She's making no demands of you personally.

But a great-great-granddaughter of hers, the present marquesa

arrived in town yesterday with a land grant

and she claims possession of the entire estate.

The whole town?

Well, from the other merchants she wants only ten percent

of their revenues, but she insists that your establishment

be razed to the ground.

- Why's she clamping down on me? - Oh, for sentimental reasons.

The original hacienda stood on the side of the Lucky Lady.

The young marquesa plans to rebuild it.

However, I am examining the grant, and if it should

prove at all doubtful, I'll let you know.

- When, sir? - Tomorrow, at the latest.

Then I own the Lucky Lady, at least, until tomorrow.

So I'll reopen her now.

Until you make your decision, I'm still the legal owner

of the Lucky Lady.

Incidentally, drinks on the house tonight.

Come on over and hoist a few, Your Honor.

Thank you.

Alright, come on.

Say, does anybody have a key to this place?

- No. - No.

Well, stand back.

Alright, everybody inside. It's open!

As I said, drinks on the house!

Hold it!

You should not have thrown a knife at him.

It's unnecessary for us to do him physical injury..

As yet.

We will continue.

This, marquesa, was the de Ruiseñor wine cellar.

You remember it, of course?

No.

Ah, well, you were a very young child when you were last here.

Strange, there's no other door.

Hey.

- What's your name? - Charlie Plank.

Good, Charlie, come on.

Alright, set 'em up.

Alright, everybody inside!

Men step up to the bar, girls mingle!

As legal owner of the Lucky Lady... drink up.

This is where the family stored their fine old wines.

Amontillado, madeira..

A superb port which probably has no equal in America.

When the hacienda burned down

luckily the fire did not reach here.

This, too, you should perhaps remember

if the occasion calls for it.

There was an entrance to this cellar from the patio..

Which is now heavily overgrown I believe.

Well, I think that will be enough for now.

Shall we go upstairs and confront our, um... adversary?

Marquesa.

With your permission.

Some of the ladies want wine, Mr. Maverick.

Oh, that's fine. Do we have any wine, Charlie?

Well, got a whole cellar full.

Oh, that's good. Here, Charlie, you serve the boys at the bar.

I'll get the ladies some wine.

'Hello.'

Well, how did you get down there?

The marquesa was inspecting her wine cellar.

She is finished now, so you may step aside.

This room, Dona Luisa, we will rebuild as hassana grande.

As it was in the time of your illustrious ancestors.

And beyond we will put the galleria with her portrait

to grace it.

For your own chambers, I thought, perha..

You wish something, señor?

Does a man have to make wishes in his own cantina?

Ah, you are the new owner so called.

A situation which will be changed before morning.

Well, I wouldn't count on that if I were you.

Anyway, free drinks on the house until midnight.

Excuse me, would you care for some champagne?

The marquesa does not accept hospitality from a stranger.

We can take care of that angle.

My name is Bart Maverick.

We must not be ungracious, Manuelo.

I am la marquesa de Ruiseñor.

And this is my attorney, señor Manuel Ortiz.

And my duena, señora Eufemia Machado Effeminate

And this is Pepe.

An old family retainer.

'His teeth are all gold.'

It is a little personal whim.

He better watch out or someone's liable to stake a claim on him.

Well, what will it be, marquesa, champagne?

I understand that I have some fine old wines in the cellar.

Señor..

You have nothing downstairs, and nothing upstairs either.

That's your story, señor.

Perhaps you'd like to hear my story.

I own this place and I'm gonna keep it.

There's a law here which says that an old land grant...

The laws that I work by were written by a man named Hoyle

who says, for instance, anybody holding four treys...

Haven't you heard enough of this fellow, Dona Luisa?

Si. I think it is best that we go now.

Just a minute. You're leaving something behind.

I think this belongs to one of you.

Why, it's Pepe's. He must have dropped it.

Just two inches from my left ear.

He is sometimes negligent.

He will not be so careless after this.

Come, Your Ladyship.

He will make trouble for us, th-this gambler.

Let him stay where he is for now.

There will be no question about the land grant.

I'm not so sure.

This Maverick looks like a pretty tough hombre.

We'll take care of him.

You just do your job and leave the rest to us.

Well, I'm just getting fed up with my job.

I was never good at playing parts, and I keep forgetting

my phony Spanish accent.

One of these days the marquesa is going to open her mouth

and I'll pop out.

Just what are you thinking of doing?

I want out of this masquerade. It's getting too dangerous.

It will be much more dangerous

if you're thinking of dropping it.

- All I have to do is.. - What?

Walk out on you.

I'm not interested in money if it leads to jail.

Tell 'em I've disappeared, or get yourself another marquesa

or marquess.

'Him, for instance!'

Now he can't give you away. He can't talk!

Oh!

- Keep him away from me! - Who are you?

Lily Nightingale, from the Silver Lode Saloon

in Tombstone.

Ah!

Who are you?

I suppose his next move will be my throat.

How are you gonna explain me with my throat cut?

How?

I will show you.

Alas, Judge Painter, the poor little marquesa

could not stand it!

All alone in the world, her parents dead.

'A poor, lonely, frightened orphan'

'who faced a fight with this Maverick.'

So, last night, when we thought she was fast asleep..

She stole past her devoted duena

and took the knife from her sleeping servant, Pepe.

And... and then..

'We found her so in the morning.'

Now, who are you?

I am la Marquesa Luisa de Ruiseñor.

And where are you from?

The hacienda of my sainted parents

burned out when I was a little girl.

I was taken to a convento to stay with the sisters.

You came and took me away from there when you realized that

I was the heiress of this great estate.

You had found the land grant.

Glad you decided to accept my invitation, Judge Painting.

You changed your mind, huh? Well, that's fine.

Drinks on the house, gentlemen.

Well, unfortunately Mr. Maverick

I have some bad news for you.

When you reopened the cantina

I examined the marquesa's land grant, it's entirely legal.

'I shall have to dismiss you from these premises.'

Judge, this cantina belongs to me.

I have no intention of leaving.

Then I have no recourse but to put you in jail.

Everybody, I am very sorry

but I think you'd all better go home at once.

Otherwise, the marquesa will demand, and legally get

the entire town. Now I think you'd all better go.

Oh, you too.

Looks like it's going to be a long dry summer. Hmm?

I think you better go too, Mr. Maverick.

- Look, judge, I won... - You won nothing.

Neither did you lose very much, it was a poker hand.

Now, where would you prefer to spend the night

in your hotel room, or in jail?

Right here.

Then I'll have to summon the sheriff.

Uh, well, you see, judge, I haven't really had time

to register in a hotel yet.

The marquesa will save him the expense of a room tonight.

She will not mind if he stays here and says farewell

to what he never owned.

And tomorrow morning you better leave town.

And for your sake, don't come back.

You better look out, friend, I'm gonna send you to the pawn shop

tooth by tooth.

♪ A la vibora de la mar ♪

♪ De la mar por aqui pueden pasar ♪

♪ Los de adelante corren mucho ♪

♪ Y los de atras se quedaran ♪

♪ A la vibora, vibora, de la mar ♪

♪ De la mar por aqui pueden pasar ♪

♪ Los de adelante corren mucho ♪

♪ Y los de atras se quedaran ♪

♪ A la vibora, vibora, de la mar ♪

♪ De la mar por aqui pueden pasar ♪

♪ Los de adela.. ♪♪♪

Papa?

Huh? No, it's me, Maverick.

What are you doing down here, marquesa?

This cellar's been haunting me.

I can't get it out of my mind.

I get one of those... those funny notions

that I've been here before.

That you've been here before?

- But isn't that natural? - Is it?

What are you doing here?

I heard you singing and I came down.

The tune I heard little children singing once in El Paso.

It starts out, "A la vibora vibora.."

- I don't know it. - You were just singing it.

How did you get down here? I didn't see you come in.

There's a passage from the patio to the cellar here.

Outside, there's a... there's a large jacaranda tree.

I remember in the spring time..

The flowers are like a blue cloud.

That's silly. I can't remember a thing like that.

I-I've never been here before in my life.

Marquesa de Ruiseñor must have been here at sometime.

And she'd be speaking to me now in a Spanish accent.

A little while ago I told him this would happen.

Good grief.

If they find out I'm gone, I'm a dead duck.

- Pato muerto. - What?

That means dead duck in Spanish.

So now you know, I'm a fake.

But you were singing in Spanish.

So I used to work in a dance hall in Tombstone.

There was a Mexican family down the street

and they had a lotta cute kids. I'd play with them sometimes.

'I must have picked up the song from them.'

How did you get mixed up with Ortiz and company?

I'm supposed to be a dead ringer for the ol' girl

in the portrait, so they latched on to me.

'I'm to get a lot of money.'

Only I'm sick of it.

And scared.

I'd like to get out, only that Pepe loves to use his knife.

- What's your real name? - Lily Nightingale.

Do you know what Ruiseñor means in Spanish?

Mm-mm, I've picked up a word here and there

and the rest Ortiz taught me.

Ruiseñor means nightingale.

That's a coincidence, isn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah, it must be.

I'll take you back to your hotel.

Oh, no. No, let's go the way you came.

Ortiz and Pepe left before I went to bed.

If they're still out and the old woman's asleep..

I can sneak back into the room.

What are you looking at?

You said you saw a jacaranda tree out here.

There is no jacaranda tree.

She sleeps like a log. I'll get in alright.

You can have your cantina back now, I suppose.

Are you gonna tell Judge Painter what I told you?

What would happen if I do?

Well, if they find out I blabbed..

They'll hand me over to Pepe.

I thought about that.

About the land grant, do you think that's a fake, too?

They had it before I joined them.

And from the way they talk, I think it's genuine.

Then what did they want with you?

Well, they've never been able to find the real marquesa.

She disappeared from the convent when she was a little girl.

Do you think you can get me the grant?

The judge has it now

but I suppose he'll have to give it back to Ortiz.

- I can try. - You do that.

- Goodnight, Luisa. - Lily to you.

Goodnight, Lily.

What was that for?

For seeing me home. I'm the grateful type.

Coachman, I'm looking for a Mr. Bart Maverick.

Well, after what happened here yesterday, wouldn't surprise me

if he was in the hoosegow.

I'd be shocked if he weren't.

In that case, he'll hold.

Where is the, uh, Lucky Lady saloon?

- Right over there. - Ah, thank you.

Maverick, how charming to see you.

Nobby old Ned Wyngate.

- What brings you here? - Seeking you out, ol' boy.

I'd heard of your great good fortune

and came expressly to congratulate you...

What great good fortune?

Two days ago, I was in a little sliver of a town.

A dusty smudge on the map.

Don't ask me how I got there, I forget myself.

There I met a weeping Spaniard.

Who told you I won his cantina in a game of cards.

So you came looking for me to find out

how much you could grab for yourself.

One of the things I most admire in you is a peasant bluntness

which reaches a point quickly...

Well, I can reach another point quickly, Ned.

You can't possibly have a piece of this cantina

because I don't think I have a piece of it myself.

Ah, the Ortiz business.

I see you've encountered the situation.

Head on.

- How do you know about that? - My spies, old boy.

Besides, I met this Ortiz character socially.

In what jail?

'Abilene.'

What was he in for, Ned?

Forgery of legal documents, deeds, wills, mortgages..

Oh, land grants!

Are you sure it's the same man?

My dear boy, we had adjoining accommodations.

I had the cell with the southern exposure.

'Sunlight most of the afternoon.'

You know, the girl told me she was an impostor.

If you can prove that he's a professional forger, we are in.

To the Lucky Lady and its proprietors.

Wyngate and Maverick.

What is he trying to tell us?

Something important from his manner.

Apparently, it involves Luisa.

Ho ho! Ho ho ho!

Is it about her?

Come out, Luisa.

Go on, Pepe.

He's trying to tell us you did something.

'Suppose you tell us?'

How should I know? Tell him to write it down.

You know he can't read or write.

'Now what did you do to cause him to be so worked up?'

Last night I had supper with all of you.

Went to bed in the same room with Eufemia.

I slept the night through.

She's lying.

I sleep heavily.

Maybe she got out during the night.

I did not go out!

Is that what she did?

- He's not telling the truth! - Where'd she go?

Ah!

What's down there?

I have better things to do than hang around watching that.

Stay where you are.

The Lucky Lady.

She went to the Lucky Lady cantina last night?

Alone?

With whom?

With Maverick.

No, I wasn't.

What did you tell him?

I didn't see him. I never left the hotel!

We'll have to get rid of you.

Aah!

She wants out, we'll let her out.

We don't know what she told Maverick.

It doesn't matter. It can be explained away.

Alright, Pepe.

Who is it?

'Maverick. Who screamed in there?'

Let him in.

I was peeling this apple and I cut my thumb.

Little marquesa frightens so easily.

Her Ladyship cannot stand the sight of blood.

You see, dona, it is nothing.

It has made me feel a little faint.

If you will excuse me, please.

Her Ladyship may need you.

Wyngate, why don't you say hello to your old pal?

I've never seen this bloke before in my life.

'Luisa! Luisa!'

The marquesa, she's gone, through the window!

Hold, Maverick.

Why aren't we back in town guarding the Lucky Lady?

Why are we looking for this unlucky lady instead?

'Cause she must be in danger.

How do we find her out in this wilderness?

Now, when I served in India with the Bengal Lancers

when one of the johnnies decided to light out, we...

The closest you ever came to the Bengal Lancers, Wyngate

was to carry a spear in "Julius Caesar."

A dagger. I played the lean and hungry Cassius.

But I admire your spirit of doubt, Maverick.

If Galileo hadn't doubted, we'd still believe the world

was standing still. If Columbus hadn't doubted...

If that sheriff in Abilene hadn't been doubtful about you

you wouldn't be supporting that healthy-looking tan

you picked up in the cell with the southern exposure.

Hey, look.

Hmm, nothing to get jumpy at.

Just a couple of horsemen out on a jaunt.

This time of day, in the middle of nowhere?

I thought you'd hurt your left eye while lifting

the siege of Lucknow.

So I did.

You just put the patch on over your right eye.

I don't believe in pampering...

Huh, wonder what those chaps are hunting in this wilderness.

Marquesas, I think. Come on.

I'll go back with you. I'll...

Help the marquesa down, Pepe!

If you kill me, they'll know who did it!

Get him away from me!

You fool! You could have been a rich woman.

Pepe.

Now we'll do it without you.

No..

Why, that impudent little wretch!

That hat cost me five pounds.

Where'd that fellow go?

Uh!

We'll never find him in these rocks.

Thanks for saving my life, Luisa.

I'm not Luisa. I'm Lily, Lily Nightingale.

'Are you?'

Do you remember this, Luisa?

What'd he say?

Once there was a cat with clawed feet.

His eyes were upside down.

What's that?

A fairy tale.

Spanish?

No, it couldn't have been.

How'd you know what it meant?

I don't know.

I saw a doctor's sign down the street.

Go down there and have that hunk of lead taken outta your arm.

It's a mere scratch, old boy.

Now, in India, when I picked up a bullet, I...

You plucked it out with your own teeth.

This time you better see the doctor before you lose that arm.

You wanna wear another patch?

Perhaps you're right.

What about her?

- I'm gonna try to find out. - No, don't press it, Maverick.

I should hate for us to lose this establishment.

Who are you?

He used to ask me that when he was coaching me.

I don't know.

Did you learn that fairy tale

from the Mexican kids in Tombstone?

I must have.

How else did I know it?

Marquesa de Ruiseñor would know it.

I can't be.

I'd remember other things.

Wouldn't I?

You remembered one other thing.

Jacaranda tree and the patio entrance to the wine cellar.

Only it wasn't there.

No. No, it wasn't.

♪ Ha ho ho you and me ♪

♪ Little brown jug, how I love thee ♪

♪ Oh ho.. ♪

- Who's down there? - 'It's me, Mr. Maverick.'

'Charlie Plank.'

What are you doing there, Charlie?

'Indulging myself in a little libation.'

Marquesa.

♪ Ha ha you and me ♪

♪ Little brown jug how I love thee ♪

♪ Oh ho ho you and me.. ♪

Oh!

You said free drinks, remember?

Well, you ain't been around to hand 'em out.

So, I've been helpin' myself.

The fact of the matter is that I've been helpin' myself

long before you got here.

That's stealing, Charlie.

Oh, no, it's makin' use of it

because this stuff is gonna turn to vinegar most any day now.

I got a crick in my back from-from chopping that growth..

Away out there, and I think a shot of this is gonna help.

Charlie, until we find out who this wine belongs to, we..

Choppin' away what undergrowth?

Well, out in the front there, in front of the patio entrance.

Oh.

We better go see what he's talking about.

What'd you clear away, Charlie?

Oh, bushes and trees.

Oh, lots of oleanders..

And ivy all over the place.

Lot of other bushes.

But the thing that gave me the most trouble

was this big tree here blockin' me entrance.

- Is that a jacaranda tree? - Yep, blue flowers.

'Took me most of last month to get it down.'

'I bet that tree has been here for years.'

Yeah, good.

Clean this mess up, will you? And get rid of those branches.

What are we gonna do with 'em?

Oh, anything, throw 'em away, burn 'em.

Hmph!

We better go see Judge Painter.

They took me out of the saloon because I looked like her.

It's just an accident, a coincidence.

Not in this case.

It's not only the likeness, you know Spanish

a children's song, an old fairy story heard in childhood.

You are the Marquesa de Ruiseñor.

Mr. Maverick, there is not the slightest possibility

of you retaining possession of the Lucky Lady Saloon?

Your Honor, one of the reasons why I brought her here

is because I'm quitting my claim.

I think she's the real marquesa, too.

But I'm not.

If I were, I'd remember things. I don't remember a thing

that happened to me when I was a child.

When the hacienda burned, you were about four years old.

The shock of the fire, plus the loss of your parents

could've wiped away your memory.

When her parents saw they were trapped

they threw her from the second storey... to me.

I caught her.

- To you? - I was your nurse.

Then why all the hanky-panky of taking me out of the saloon

and coaching me in my lines?

Because you had forgotten entirely.

We had to treat you as if you were a four-year-old child.

How'd she get into that saloon in the first place?

She ran away from the convent when she was a young girl.

It took us years to find her.

Is it so hard for you to accept the fact that you are nobility

and a very rich woman?

But I don't want it. I want to be Lily Nightingale.

I don't know how to be a marquesa.

And I don't want this town, or Mr. Maverick's saloon.

I was offered a partnership where I worked

the Silver Lode Saloon.

I had almost enough money saved up.

That's why I joined them, to get the rest.

How much did you need?

Five thousand dollars.

Five thousand, just.

I'll buy the land grant from you.

You can have your saloon, and I can keep my cantina.

If you give up your inheritance

it reverts to the territorial government.

Possibly, they will sell to you.

We'll have to write to Washington

and ask their permission.

I shall forward the money to the capitol.

A mere scratch, as I told you, Maverick.

Bibulous character at the saloon told me I'd find you here.

My dear fellow, how splendid to see you here.

Are you addressing me, sir?

Yes, naturally, my old companion in duress.

He had the dank cell, the one with the northern exposure.

Never a glimmer of sunlight. He was threatened with rickets.

We solved it finally, remember?

When I left, I prevailed upon the sheriff

to let you have my cell.

It's done you a lot of good.

- You look positively blooming. - He was in jail with you, Ned?

For forging General Custer's name to a check.

Bad slip, old boy.

You dated it the day after he had made his last stand.

Who is he?

The Ortiz fellow I've been telling you about.

He calls himself Painter.

Uh, probably a pen-name, Maverick.

A name he took when he got out of the pen.

I'm sure there must be some mistake.

I know I'd recognize..

Yep, it's a forgery alright. Pretty good one.

Look here, since this Judge Painter was the real Ortiz

who was the other Ortiz?

He was the brother of the man who called himself Painter.

Sheriff, if that land grant is a fake, then apparently

there isn't a land grant at all.

It don't appear to be.

The marquesa doesn't own any part of the town.

Not a speck.

- Nor my cantina. - No, she don't.

Well, as owner of a thriving enterprise... Half owner.

Owner of 90% of a thriving enterprise

I'd like to say that my offer of free drinks

for the whole town still stands.

Sheriff, was my property ever transferred to anybody?

Uh, no, ma'am, your folks was dead.

There was no one to deed it over to anybody.

Mr. Maverick, even though I don't have the land grant

still, your establishment occupies

the side of the hacienda where I was born.

So, I'll have to hire lawyers to find out exactly

what my legal position is.

And since the cantina is the very center of town..

The property should be quite valuable.

Worth about, uh..

Five thousand dollars.

Sheriff, make him out a bill of sale.

Mr. Maverick, I burned up all them twigs you asked me to.

So?

So, the wind is blowin', and the sparks have fallen

all over the place.

What I wanted to tell you was the cantina caught fire.

All the wine! I should've finished off that wine sooner.

Mm-mm.

Mr. Maverick.

Your bill of sale.

♪ 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 a 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 ♪

♪ Fair 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 ♪

♪ Fair 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 ♪♪