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