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[dramatic music]

(male #1) 'McCloud!'

[gunshot]

(male narrator) A Warner Bros. Television Production.

[theme music]

[piano music]

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Cards.

Two. And three for the dealer.

You're under arrest.

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Alright, sheriff, you're throwing me out of town.

Alright, no argument.

But would you mind telling me why?

'Cause you're card sharp, Mr. Maverick.

They don't call me that when I lose.

Card sharps cause trouble.

My job's to keep things tranquil-like here

in Medicine Forks.

No trouble when I came through town last year.

A fella by name of Gunther was sheriff then.

Why don't you ask him about me?

Let me explain you something, Mr. Maverick.

Two kinds of lawmen.

Ones like me, use their heads.

And the ones like Gunther

let their guns do their thinkin' for them.

That's why he's on that hill up there

waiting for Gabriel's trumpet.

Why I'm down here, puttin' you out of town.

Oh, I still think you're being unreasonable.

Sure you do.

You're used to stupid lawmen like Gunther.

Finally you run into a sheriff who's a little thinker.

I beg your pardon?

[clattering]

Uh, must be Sam.

Right on time.

On time?

Why, he's seven hours late.

That's right on time.

Afternoon, Sam.

Sheriff!

Hey, ho!

What do you call this hick town, sheriff?

- You plannin' on stayin' over? - Here? Not even if I was dead.

In that case, why ask?

Yeah, seems to me you lean kinda heavy

on that star, sheriff.

Well, the sheriff is something of a thinker.

Who asked you to mix in, tinhorn?

You have to be a thinker to call me tinhorn.

All aboard. We're pullin' out.

Last stop, Oblivion.

Now, if you don't mind.

Thank you.

[instrumental music]

Now you may ask yourself

why does the name of Bascombe Sunday

rank so high in the undertaking profession?

I'll let you in on the secret, Mr. Maverick.

It's because I live my profession.

You know, a dedicated undertaker

must bury himself in every detail of his work.

That sounds hard to do.

[chuckling]

It's just a matter of pride, sir.

A man's pride in his work.

In time to come I want people to declare

the work of Bascombe Sunday lives after him.

Why don't you shut your mouth, fat man?

Your tongue bounces around like the backseat of a buckboard.

- I certainly didn't intend to... - All that noise.

How'd you expect the lady here to know what she's readin'?

Ain't that right, miss?

No, it isn't.

As a matter of fact, Mr. Sunday's conversation

doesn't bother me at all.

You're just being polite to the ol' fatty.

But I like that. Shows you was brought up right.

As long as we're gonna be ridin' together

I reckon we oughta get acquainted-like.

My name's Tate McKenna.

What's yours? If you don't mind my askin'.

Laura Nelson.

Laura Nelson. Well, say now, that's a right pretty name.

For a right pretty gal, if you don't mind my sayin' so.

Don't see why me and you can't get to be right good friends.

'Why don't I just sorta switch places with old fatty here?'

You did that on purpose.

That was terribly clumsy of me, Mr. McKenna. I-I do apologize.

Looks like you're gettin' little big for your britches, tinhorn.

Not at all, Mr. McKenna.

They just shrunk since the last time I had 'em washed.

[laughing]

That's very funny, Mr. Maverick.

[continues laughing]

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[instrumental music]

[intense music]

[music continues]

Beautiful morning, Mr. Maverick.

Certainly is.

Yes, it's just perfect for a funeral.

But you know, these days, folks don't seem

to want to get up this early for a buryin'.

You are a dedicated man, Mr. Sunday.

Oh, thank you, sir.

Not many people understand that.

(Sam) 'All aboard.'

And the sheriff down there kinda got the idea

I hit the old man over the head and took his money.

By lookin' at me you can tell I wouldn't do a thing like that.

But that sheriff, he wasn't, what you call

a real judge of character.

So I figured the best thing for me to do

is find another pasture to graze in.

Mr. Overman.

Will you excuse me, please?

Mr. Overman, I've been wanting to ask you something.

Glad to oblige, ma'am.

Do you remember a young man by the name of Frank Gorman?

He passed this way about seven months ago

on his way to San Francisco.

Can't rightly say I recollect the name.

He spent the night at the hotel in Medicine Forks

'and the clerk thinks he left the next day with you.'

Huh?

He's, uh, 27.

And he's..

He's tall and he's slender.

And he has very dark brown hair and... and dark eyes.

Oh, he has such a wonderful smile

and, and a very soft way of speaking.

Well, Mr. Overman, he never did get to San Francisco

and I've just got to find him.

Kinda comes back to me I did hold a young fella like that.

B-but I'm not sure.

'You'll be stayin' overnight in Oblivion'

'before catchin' the Denver stage.'

'Your young man would've had to stay there'

'so you talk to Mrs. Lyme.'

'Her and her family run the place.'

'She might not recollect either.'

But you take a look at her register book.

It'll tell you quick enough.

Thank you very much, Mr. Overman.

[instrumental music]

Have a drink, tinhorn.

No thanks, Mr. McKenna. I never drink on Wednesday.

It's an old family custom.

Wednesday? This ain't no Wednesday.

This here's a Friday.

You don't say.

Time certainly moves fast, doesn't it?

[gunshot]

Whoa!

What's your next stop, driver?

A place called Oblivion, about 12 miles straight ahead.

- Transfer station. - I'll be ridin' with you.

My horse broke his leg. I had to shoot him.

Climb aboard.

Ya!

Just sit down, sir.

Oh, this is Miss Nelson, Mr. Sunday

and this is Mr. McKenna here on your right.

- My name is Bart Maverick. - Howdy.

Pardon me, but your face looks familiar, Mr..

- Smith. - Smith!

Bascombe Sunday is my name.

So you wouldn't, by any chance be from around Lawrence, Kansas?

- That's right. I wouldn't. - Oh, that's too bad.

I was leading undertaker there, sir.

Thirty two glorious years.

'To tell the truth, I wouldn't have left the town'

'except that about a year ago, my beloved wife passed away.'

'After that, I-I just couldn't stand the place.'

Too many memories, you might say.

So I said to myself.

I said, "Bascombe, you gotta pull yourself together.

'You gotta start all over again."'

'First, that ain't gonna be easy at my age'

'but I believe that... '

Why don't you close your face, fatty?

'Your gab makes me sick.'

What's the matter, bright eyes? Is somethin' botherin' you?

'You wanna know what your problem is?'

'I'll tell you what it is.'

You need some warmin' up to make you a real woman.

So we're gonna fix that right now.

Go on. Drink.

[gasps]

[dramatic music]

He's alright.

My old pappy always said that there's only two times

in a man's life when he should be noble.

When he's caught dealing seconds and somebody slaps a lady.

[horses galloping]

Hey!

That young fella, what happened to him?

- Oh, you mean McKenna? - 'Yeah.'

Well, he got off about ten miles back.

He said something about wanting to take a walk before supper.

Hope you folks had enough to eat.

I know it's early yet, but anytime you feel like turnin' in

just say the word.

'We're a little short on entertainment out here'

'but, uh, you gentlemen like a friendly game of cards'

I might even sit in myself if I was asked.

I think it's only fair to warn you

I was considered one of the best

card players in Lawrence, Kansas.

I'd be the last one to spoil the fun, Mr. Lyme.

Uh, let's play cards.

I'll get a table set right up for you.

I almost forgot somethin', Nero.

A man named McCloud said he'd be ridin'

to Medicine Forks with me this trip, on his way from Denver.

McCloud?

Sure, he came in on last night's stage.

He sure was in a powerful hurry.

He brought one of my mares and left

like a posse was after him.

That's too bad.

Kinda figured on havin' his company on the way back.

Well, hangin' around here won't make the trip any shorter.

That fellow Smith..

You recollect ever seein' him before?

Well, he looks familiar, Sam, but I can't place him. Why?

Same here.

I know him from somewhere, but I can't think where.

Well, I better get rollin' I guess. Thanks for the supper.

- Have a safe trip, Sam. - Thank you.

Excuse me, Mrs. Lyme.

I was wondering if you could help me.

Well, now, I'd do anything I can, Miss Nelson.

I've been trying to locate a young man

by the name of Frank Gorman.

He passed this way about seven months ago

on his way to San Francisco and..

Well, he just never made it.

That ought to do it.

I guess I'll have to rob the bank to stay in this game.

Looks to me like you did rob a bank.

Oh, nothing that desperate, Mr. Smith.

I'm a frugal man and I sold a thriving business

at a very healthy profit.

Not many men your age can afford to retire, Mr. Sunday.

Retire? No, sir.

I'm going right back in the undertaking profession

just as soon as I get to Montana.

I always say, if a man doesn't work, he dies.

'Don't you agree with me, Mr. Maverick?'

Oh, certainly.

A good luck charm?

Much more than that, Mr. Maverick.

Would you care to examine it?

Looks like a lock of hair.

It's much more than that, sir.

It's a memento of the most wonderful little woman

to ever draw breath.

And I hope you'll understand when I say that..

It means more to me than anything else in the world, sir.

Well, it'll take more of a woman than hair to pleasure me.

You take that Miss Nelson upstairs

I could take her without hair.

About the only way you'd ever get her.

And what's that supposed to mean?

Gentlemen, please. We're here to play cards.

I'll open for 20.

Maverick!

Stand up, tinhorn.

Oh, it's McKenna.

Now, you're interruptin' a card game

and I happen to be holding a particularly good hand.

So why don't you just sit right back?

Alright, you walked ten miles

and I've been slapped in the face.

'Now maybe we can get on with the game.'

What game?

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I guess I'll have to change my opinion of you, Maverick.

I was beginning to think you got a yellow streak.

As my old pappy used to say

"What good's a yellow streak if you can't depend on it?

With only four rooms and five guests

I'm afraid Mrs. Lyme will have to make a bed

for one of you here in the parlor.

Why don't we cut high card for the bedrooms?

Not you, tinhorn. You let him handle 'em cards

and I guarantee ya, he won't be bunkin' in no parlor.

- He'll end up with the best... - Why don't you shut up?

Maybe you figure on shuttin' me up?

What you need is another fist in your face, punk.

Gentlemen, please.

Alright, Maverick. Mix 'em up.

And just to keep laughing boy here happy, I'll cut 'em.

You watch what I tell ya.

This tinhorn will end up with the best room in the house.

[dramatic music]

[gasps]

May I help?

What are you doing here?

I live here. What's your excuse?

And don't tell me you walk in your sleep.

Mr. Maverick, will you help me?

To do what? Rob the place?

Oh, for heaven's sakes! I'm not gonna steal anything.

Now, as you were saying.

The young man I'm engaged to, Frank Gorman

disappeared on his way to San Francisco.

'Now, he passed through Medicine Forks'

'last October around the 27th'

and his next stop would have been here in Oblivion.

So?

So, Mrs. Lyme says that he was never here.

She even looked it up in the register.

That oughta be proof enough.

No, Mr. Maverick.

You know, I just can't believe that.

You see, Frank was on his way to San Francisco

to establish a business.

He had every penny, we both had over $8000.

Now, when, when he got established

he was gonna send for me.

How much of that 8000 did you put up?

$6200. All that my father left me.

[whistles]

Well, I really don't see what that has to do with it.

Maybe you don't wanna see, Miss Nelson.

Oh, now, just a minute. Are you..

[sighs]

Well, Mr. Maverick, I'd hate to have your kind of a mind.

Sometimes I'm not very fond of it myself.

You sneaked down here to look at the register, huh?

'Didn't Mrs. Lyme show it to you?'

No, she didn't, she just glanced through it

and said Frank's name wasn't there.

October 27th.

Well, now, he would have been here the 28th.

Uh, Smith, Reaper, Williams, Davis... ha!

- No Gorman. - But there's got to be.

Take a look yourself.

No, Mr. Maverick. I don't understand this.

You see, the hotel man in Medicine Forks

was positive Frank was on that stage.

(Bart) 'Miss Nelson, why don't you go on back upstairs'

'and try and get some sleep?'

We'll talk about it tomorrow.

Thank you for being so kind, Mr. Maverick.

- Goodnight. - Goodnight.

- 'Have a good trip, Luke.' - 'Ya!'

How would you like to spend a few hours in a real bed?

You can have Mr. Sunday's room.

He just left on the mornin' stage for Butte.

Oh, it's the best offer I've had yet this morning, Mr. Lyme.

Thank you.

Hope you don't mind the bed not being made up, Mr. Maverick.

As long as it has a mattress.

You sleep as late as you like.

Breakfast will be ready when you come down.

Thanks, Mr. Lyme.

[grunts]

[intense music]

(male #2) 'Phew!'

That looks fine.

Once we tamp it down, and level it off

no one's ever gonna know the difference.

Dave, this don't bother you none at all, does it?

Maybe it does, maybe it don't. What of it?

He was a nice old man.

Probably never did anything bad in his whole life.

Well, he made two mistakes.

He ain't got no family to start lookin' for him

carried a lot of money.

Dave.

Dave.

You know what's gonna happen, don't you?

One of these days, somebody's gonna figure out

what's been goin' on around here.

And we're gonna get strung up by the neck, all of us.

Look, Dirk, sure we're takin' a chance, but we gotta.

It's the only way to get out of this stinking country

and go back east and live like swells.

Now pa's too old to start over again. You know that.

You want more to live nice, don't you?

Live nice?

On what? On blood money?

Oh, can't anybody around here ever think straight?

We can't turn back now, Dirk.

All we need is one or two more

like old man Sunday and we're all set.

Come on, give me a hand, will ya?

I ain't fixin' to do it all by myself.

[intense music]

(Nero) 'Good mornin', folks. Trust y'all slept well.'

The boys will have a fire goin' for you right away.

What time's that Denver stage supposed to get here?

Tomorrow morning at dawn, usually an hour or two late.

What do we do till then? Sit around and count our thumbs?

(Smith) 'You could always pick another fight with Maverick.'

(McKenna) 'I just might make that you.'

You know..

McKenna, you're one of those big boys with a big mouth

carries two big guns

figures he's a real hard case, can push people around.

Now, why don't we go outside and see can you push me around?

[scoffs]

[knock on the door]

- Who is it? - 'Bart Maverick.'

(Bart) 'I'd like to talk to you.'

Thank you.

Is, uh, is anything wrong?

It's about your fiance.

Are you sure he was carryin' that $8000 on him?

He didn't send it ahead by Wells Fargo, maybe?

No, Frank was carrying it. He was carrying all of it.

Remember our stagecoach driver asking Mr. Lyme

about a passenger he was supposed to pick up here

a fella by the name of McCloud?

Well, he was the man that bought the horse from Mr. Lyme

instead of waiting for the stage.

That's right.

Laura, there's something I've gotta tell you.

You're frightening me, Mr. Maverick.

I wish you'd just say what you had to say.

Well, after you went back upstairs last night

I took a closer look at the page in that ledger.

There was a name on it that somebody scratched out.

- Frank's name? - Could have been.

But why? Why would anybody do anything like that?

Because he was carrying $8000.

But he's just a part of it, Laura.

That business about McCloud not waiting here for the stagecoach

that doesn't make sense either.

And one more, Bascombe Sunday.

Well, yes, but he left for Montana on the stage.

Did you see him leave?

No. No, I was asleep.

Nobody else did either. Except Nero Lyme.

This meant more to Bascombe Sunday

than anything else in the world.

I found it in his room this morning.

He never would have left here without it..

Not alive.

'And Mr. Sunday was carrying a great deal of cash.'

They killed him.

Oh, they killed him.

They killed him.

[knock on the door]

Come in, come in.

Well, now, good afternoon, Mr. Smith.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Lyme, Mr. Lyme.

I just thought I'd stop by and settle up my bill.

Oh, no hurry, no hurry at all.

Stage won't be here until mornin'.

Well, I kinda hate to let things go to the last minute.

Say, that's a right nice gun you got there, Mr. Lyme.

That's a right nice gun.

You know, I just bet you my last bottom dollar

that this here's a gun that you killed Mr. Sunday with.

Yes, sir. Bet it is.

I hope you'll explain that remark, Mr. Smith.

Well, how do you explain anything so simple?

You just went into his room last night

stuck a gun on him, took him outside and..

[clicks]

killed him dead.

That's not true.

Mr. Sunday got on the morning stage.

How can you come in here and...

There's a nice quiet spot about a mile north of here.

It's got trees all around it.

'Why don't we go there and do some diggin'?'

Don't have to bring any shovels

'cause there's a few in the trunk of a hollow tree

about 20 feet north of where your boys buried old man Sunday.

What is it you want?

Well, now, you're a right sensible lady there, Mrs. Lyme.

Yes, you're right sensible.

You even figured out I want somethin'.

I want the money you took off of Sunday. All of it.

Give him the money, Nero.

I said give him the money.

Now, this is the way I like to do business.

No fussin' and no arguin'.

Just to show you how much I appreciate this

I won't ask you for the money you took off

from rest of them folks you killed.

Oh. Don't try to sneak into my room tonight.

Because if I just happen to think I hear my doorknob turn

I'm gonna start shootin'.

Good afternoon.

I blame myself for this.

Five of 'em here at the same time, the risk was too big.

Could have been worse.

We'll get the money back from the next one.

There won't be a next one.

The stage picks up these people, we're gettin' out.

Why do that?

Smith won't turn us in.

Minute he took that money, he was in as deep as we are.

Can't risk it.

Man like that's bound to get into trouble.

When that happens, he's gonna try to make a deal with the law.

They'll let him off free, he'll tell 'em about us.

Yeah, I never thought of that, Verna.

He's just the kind of a crook that would do it too.

Of course!

Of course, I thought I've seen him before.

[intense music]

That's why I think all three of 'em

Frank Gorman, this fella McCloud

and Bascombe Sunday are dead.

And there may be more.

I don't know, Maverick. Maybe you're right.

But you're pretty short on proof.

I'm sayin' you're out of your head.

You find the locket under a bed and right away it's a massacre.

What you want us to do is grab the whole bunch

and take 'em to the nearest marshal.

My old pappy never did raise any heroes, Mr. Smith.

I simply suggest that we sit tight

and keep our eyes open for possible trouble.

And what if there is trouble?

Let's hope one of us gets away to head off that morning stage.

What good is that gonna do?

Some of the passengers are sure to be armed.

Maybe they can get here quickly

to save those of us who couldn't get away.

That makes sense.

But unless there is trouble, we keep our mouth shut.

That is, until we get to Denver.

You got that straight, boy?

Maybe we oughta crawl under a bed.

You do as you're told and that's all you do.

What about the Nelson girl? How's she takin' it?

She's takin' it the way she'd be expected to take it.

She was supposed to marry that Frank Gorman.

She's stayin' in her room.

She's keepin' the door locked until that stage gets here.

I'm sure that poor girl must be starvin', Mr. Maverick.

Maybe if I take her up some tea and toast?

I don't think so, Mrs. Lyme. She needs the rest.

I think she needs sleep more than food.

Well, I thought she looked a might peaked

gettin' off of that stage yesterday.

She's probably comin' down with a cold.

'Terrible, a young thing like that travelin' by herself.'

'I tell you, she gets to Denver'

she ought to have a good rest in a nice hotel.

That's an excellent idea.

I'll, uh, tell her.

Come on, deal the cards.

[mumbling]

Bet five.

- On a miserable seven? - This is my lucky night, boy.

Put up or shut up.

You're bluffin'. I'll just up that to ten.

I'll make it 20.

Well, like I say, this is my lucky night.

[gunshot]

I'm sorry, gentlemen, but don't be alarmed.

'After I've explained..'

You can explain that?

Have a look at that, Mr. Maverick.

Smith's real name was Woody Durst.

Escaped prisoner while waiting execution

for the murder of a Missouri bank teller six months ago.

You still didn't have to kill him.

You could've put a gun on him, tied him and kept him here.

Durst had nothing to lose. He'd gone for his gun.

I had to think of your safety.

Stop it!

'Stop it!'

You animal!

You animal!

I'm gonna kill you.

I'm going to kill you like you killed Mr. Sunday..

And Frank.

Get the gun.

No, no. Hold it, Dave.

Now put your gun away, Dave. Put it away.

Move over by pa.

What are you gonna do with them, pa?

That's what I thought.

She's right, ma. You know that? She's right.

You know that, pa? We're just animals.

- Just animals, all of us. - That's enough.

- Hold it, Dave. - Dirk, listen to me.

You can't go against your own blood.

My own blood?

I hate my own blood. Don't you understand, ma?

I've got to kill him or I've gotta kill myself.

No, Dirk, don't!

Ma. Ma. Ma!

That kind of boy you just don't need, mister.

Now, uh, supposin' I just kinda take his place..

'...on everything.'

Including all that money.

They'll, uh, kill us too, won't they, Mr. Maverick?

I'm not much of a mind reader.

Well, I know they'll kill us, but I..

I just can't figure out why they haven't done it already.

They've got a few bodies to get rid of before they get to us.

If we could just do something.

If you've got any ideas, ma'am

this is no time to hold them back.

What are you, what are you doing?

If I knew myself, I'd be the first one to tell you.

Can you see those bottles up there in the shelf?

(Laura) 'Yes.'

What are they doing?

Each time you do that they mo..

They move.

That's just what I wanted to hear you say.

[panting]

[horse neighing]

- Oh! - Shh!

- You do know how to ride. - No, not very well.

Well, you're about to improve. This one's yours.

Stay where you are, both of you.

Bart!

Bart, don't leave me!

Don't leave me.

(Dave) 'Pa, be reasonable.'

'You can't expect us to track him at night.'

We don't even know which way he went.

Don't you see what we're up against?

We don't find him quickly, every lawmen in the territory...

Nero, be quiet.

Medicine Forks is the nearest town. He's sure to go there.

You must catch up with him before he...

Hold on a minute.

When he was tellin' me and Smith about you

he said, in case of trouble, head off to Denver stage.

And by warnin' the passengers on it, we get all the help we need.

Of course.

Of course. You gotta get to that stage ahead of him.

You've learned there's goin' to be a holdup

and you've ridden out to warn 'em.

That way, Mr. Maverick will be shot on sight.

In fact..

You make sure of it.

Not for me, Mrs. Lyme. Don't fancy them big guns.

I reckon these babies will do me just fine.

You get up.

Come with me.

Whoa!

- Dave Lyme, ain't it? - That's right, Joe.

What're you doin' out here?

Tryin' to keep you from maybe gettin' killed.

What?

Got wind of a plan for a holdup, fella name of Maverick.

Oughta be showin' up any minute.

One man? All by himself?

Well, he ain't what you call too bright.

How many passengers you carryin', Joe?

Just the reverend here and his daughter.

I reckon we'd better ride in the coach.

Kinda surprise that fella Maverick when he shows up.

Maybe one of you oughta ride up here.

That might scare him off.

We wouldn't want that to happen now, would we?

No.

Ho!

No sign of him.

Then he's headed for Medicine Forks.

Go tell your ma to start packin'.

[gunshot]

Nobody move.

Uh, now, you in the coach, please come out.

- And the rest of you, hurry up. - There ain't anymore, mister.

Now, listen to me.

These three men are killers.

'You'll get the rest of the story later.'

'Driver, you hop down and get their guns.'

[dramatic music]

Alright, drop it, both of you.

You too, cowboy. Drop that spare.

Get over there by the stage. Come on, move.

[horses galloping]

(sheriff) Ho! Drop the gun.

You just can't seem to keep out of trouble.

This trouble, I didn't make, sheriff.

It's a long story

but if you've got the time I'd be only too happy to..

Bart.

We come out here to pick up a killer

Sam Overman told us about.

A man named Durst, passin' hisself off as Smith.

Durst is dead, sheriff.

'But I can give you four others to take his place.'

(Bart) 'I figured McKenna would remember'

'what I said about the stage.'

My best chance was to double back here, sneak that rifle

and wait for the stage to arrive

hoping to get some help from the passengers.

You're what I call a thinker, Mr. Maverick.

That's the nicest thing anybody has ever said about me, sheriff.

Well, there's almost 30,000.

Be a while, I reckon, before we find out how many folks

the Lymes killed for it.

If you want to claim your 8000, Miss Nelson

'you'll have to ride back to Medicine Forks with us.'

Of course.

Sheriff, do you mind if I ride back with you?

What for? You ain't figurin' on no reward, eh?

No, nothing like that.

If it's all the same to you

I'd like to get back to the four aces you took away from me.

[laughing]

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪♪