Original subtitles

- What's that for? - Huh.

Oh, I'm just keeping track of a little wager I've got made

on how many ice cakes are cut.

Tom! Tom! Tom!

Tom!

"Maverick."

Starring Jack Kelly and Roger Moore.

Produced by Warner Brothers.

A Warner Brothers Television production.

♪ Oh don't you remember Sweet Betsy from Pike ♪

♪ Who crossed the big mountains with her lover Ike ♪

♪ With two yoke of cattle and a large yellow dog ♪

♪ A tall Shanghai rooster and one spotted hog? ♪

♪ Saying goodbye Pike County farewell for a while ♪

Whoa! Whoa-ho-ho!

That scratch in that flooring

will fool you every time, friend.

- You got a light, friend? - Yeah.

♪ Was nearby ♪

♪ Where Betsy quite tired lay down to repose ♪

♪ While with wonder Ike gazed on his Pike County rose ♪

♪ Saying goodbye Pike County farewell for a while ♪

That's enough, boss won't stand

for any killing just before election day.

♪ They soon reached the desert where Betsy gave out ♪

♪ And down in the sand she lay rolling about ♪

♪ While Ike in great tears ♪

More than I make in two years.

♪ Saying "Betsy, get up you'll get sand in your eyes" ♪

♪ Sweet Betsy got up in a great deal of pain ♪

♪ And declared she'd go back to Pike County again ♪

♪ Then Ike heaved a sigh and they fondly embraced ♪

♪ And she travelled along with his arm 'round her waist ♪

♪ One morning they climbed up a very high hill ♪

♪ With wonder looked down into old Placerville ♪

♪ Ike shouted and said as he cast his eyes down ♪

♪ "Sweet Betsy, my darling we've got to Hangtown" ♪

♪ Long Ike and Sweet Betsy got married of course ♪

♪ But Ike getting jealous obtained a divorce ♪

♪ And Betsy well satisfied said with a shout ♪

♪ Goodbye you big lummox I'm glad you backed out ♪

♪ Farewell for... ♪♪

Some liquored-up idiot.

You sure play a rough brand of poker in this town.

No, he's not drunk, but he'll need a doctor.

Doc Sayles is out of town deliverin' the Hopkins baby.

Well, we can't leave him lying here. Give me a hand.

Let's get him back to the ranch.

I'll leave your horse at the livery stable

in town, Mr. Powers.

Sure you're well enough to travel?

Thanks to your daughter and Ms. Abbey.

- Will we see you again? - Oh, I'll be in town a while.

At least until after the election.

They took my wallet and all my money, but they did overlook

an IOU I won in the poker game.

Is it worth much?

Two-thousand dollars if you win the election.

You bet on my winning?

Uh, the man I won it from bet on you.

Can you imagine me betting on a reform ticket?

Well, we're going to miss you, Maverick.

It isn't often out here we get a chance to talk to somebody

whose interests are so varied

and whose conversation runs beyond cattle and mining.

Well, it's been my pleasure, Mr. Powers.

But as my old pappy used to tell me, uh

"Don't impose too long on a man's hospitality.

He's liable to put you to work."

Well, that's an idea!

Good morning, Ms. Powers.

I'd like a word with you, Calvin.

Privately.

I wasn't expecting a social

call from the opposition.

I'll make it a short one.

Please wait. I won't be long.

Excuse me.

Got an extra smoke?

[Bart] Alright, you in that rig, just stay put.

Alright, let's get up.

I'll forget about the kick in the ribs

but that'll even us up in the headache department.

Mister, you're gonna be sorry.

I'm already sorry.

Let's just have that wallet.

- Wallet? - Listen.

What's going on here, Ben?

This crazy fool thinks I stole his wallet.

This man works for me.

That's an interesting recommendation.

Haven't I seen you somewhere?

Five nights ago in the Crystal Palace, in a poker game.

Sure. Maverick, isn't it?

The slick-talker with the jokes about his pappy.

You got up from that game with $1500 of my money.

Plus, a thousand of my own

all of which your boy here and a friend relieved me of

five minutes later.

[Ben] I never laid eyes on this Jasper before.

If he got rolled after he left the Palace

it's none of my business.

I didn't see his face, but I did manage

to get a hold of this before I blacked out.

That's a perfect match my friend.

I lost that button a long time ago.

I don't like strange gamblers in this state

especially when they make a habit of coming up

with the winning hand when the stakes are big.

Now, I don't know what happened to you

or what you're doing here

but let me give you a little advice.

The state line is 27 miles due west.

You'll be a lot healthier on the other side of it.

Come on, Ben.

What if I was to go see the sheriff?

With only a button for evidence?

I think I could recognize the drunk.

You'd find he has a dozen witnesses

who would swear they were with him at the time.

You got no help from the sheriff.

Lawson owns Gil McCrary just as he owns

most of the political appointees in the state.

I hope to put an end to all that craft if I'm elected.

You've got my vote.

And if you lose, I won't have enough money

to leave the ranch, let alone the state.

What did he want here?

He wanted to make a deal.

He offered to ditch his man Saulk and back me

for a consideration, of course.

You don't need his help.

No, I don't.

I'd like to help out, but I'm afraid

there's nothing much I can do.

Well, my old pappy told all us Mavericks to avoid trouble.

But he's never much for running.

Now if you've got a job open, I'd like to stay a while.

If you don't mind my saying it

I've sort of got a stake in you.

I appreciate your concern, Bart, but I'm afraid

there's nothing much to be done this time of year

even on a ranch this size.

The hay has been cut. The branding is over.

Mr. Powers, that's the ideal time to look for work.

The ice house, Tom said

he may need a hand when he goes up to the glacier.

Of course.

- What does one do on a glacier? - Cut ice for the ice house.

We feed over 30 hands, that requires a lot of food

and a place to store it in the summer.

Mr. Maverick, you may consider yourself on the payroll

starting today.

Not much work, huh?

Cold?

No, just checkin' on my fingers.

They're numb.

- What's that for? - Huh.

Oh, I'm just keeping track of a little wager I've got made

on how many ice cakes are cut.

Put that thing away and swing

this ice on to the wagon!

- Making book up here is-- - Tom!

Tom!

What do you make of it?

Some poor devil tried to make it through the pass

over this glacier.

Nobody has used this pass

in more than 15 years.

Yeah? Well, he did.

Look at those clothes.

From their style, I say he must've been in there

over 20 years.

Hardly seems possible.

Well, let's get back to work, boys.

- We've got a wagon to load. - What about him?

What about him?

He's been in there that long. Let him stay.

Yeah, but, Tom, he must have a wife or a family

or somebody who'd be interested to know what happened to him.

Uh, it's a long haul back to the ranch.

Yeah, but he'll be alright as long as we leave him in the ice.

Ah, alright, fellas.

Cut that whole chunk of ice out of there.

Now back to "Maverick."

Over there.

Boys, there's some fresh coffee in the kitchen.

I'll take care of this.

Nancy will be back soon. Don't let her in here.

Get him out of here, Maverick. Bury him someplace.

You just can't get rid of a body, Mr.--

- I don't want him here. - Do you know who he is?

Get him out of here!

The coroner will be here tonight. He'll take care of it.

Jenson was going into town. I suggested he tell him.

It'll be all over town by weekend anyway.

That looks better, reporting it right away.

I heard about the body they found in the ice, father.

- I want-- - Stay away from there!

- Father... - Get back to the house.

Stay away from here.

Believe me, Nancy, there's nothing for you to see.

I didn't mean to hurt her, I've never

talked to her like that before.

You should've left him up there, Bart.

Up on the glacier.

He's come back, Cal, hasn't he?

After 20 years.

Had to come out, Abbey, sooner or later.

No.

We could get rid of him.

- Now, Cal, before-- - It wouldn't do any good.

Maverick has already sent Jenson in town to fetch the coroner.

It was the right thing to do.

He didn't know. He was only trying to help.

There's been peace in this house for 20 years.

He can't come back now and spoil it.

[Nancy] Father! Father!

Father! Father...

It's him! I know it's him!

I saw him! It's the same face!

Don't you remember? I used to wake up screaming!

D-don't you remember?

I know it's him! I know it's him... Don't you un...

- I know it's him. - There, there.

- I know it's him! - Nancy...

- I'll take her. - I know...

I'll take her.

She couldn't have been more than four

maybe five, when he died.

- Bart, I-- - How did she know him?

She used to have nightmares as a child.

Oh, no there's more to it than that.

That man out there in the ice house

he's no stranger to you is he?

I never thought I'd see him again.

Not one chance in 10,000.

Excuse me, Bart.

Make it short.

They want Doc Sayles at the Powers' ranch.

- Let him get another doctor. - Who's hurt?

Nobody, far as I can make out.

But there's a body.

What?

Powers' ice-cutting crew

found a body up in the glacier.

One of the men just rode in with the news.

- Anyone from around here? - I don't know.

He told a wild story about hacking the body out of ice.

- Where is it? - In Powers' ice house.

They want doc to go pick it up.

You think there's anything in it?

Not off-hand, but...

Maybe we can make something of it.

You get Dr. Sayles.

If he's hitting the bottle again

you take it away from him.

And then you ride up to the Powers' ranch with him.

And keep your eyes and ears open.

Fire! Find you men, break out of that bunkers! Hurry up!

No. Let it burn! Let him burn with it!

No, he's dead! Let him burn...

Come on, men, fill those buckets. Hurry up!

What a place for a fire to start. What caused it?

You mean who caused it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Where is he?

Bring him out, boys.

What's that?

It's the body you came for.

You saw who started the fire?

Your housekeeper, Abbey.

Why?

She was only trying to protect me.

This doesn't concern you, Bart.

No need for you to get involved.

But I am involved.

I'm the one who insisted on bringing the body back here.

I really opened a Pandora's Box for you, didn't I?

Yes. Yes, you did.

Come over to the house now.

I'll tell you the whole story.

One thing we know, sheriff. He didn't freeze to death.

Oh?

This pistol ball was lodged in his heart.

Well, what do you know!

Now back to "Maverick."

I raised her as my own.

No father could love her more.

She wasn't my daughter.

I've never been married.

And the man in the ice?

Miles Craven.

He was her father.

And I killed him.

Murder?

No.

It was either him or me.

What was he to you?

My partner.

Seems hard to believe now. We had so little in common.

Miles wanted money. A lot of money.

He wanted it fast.

I've carried his bullet inside me for 20 years.

Money meant only two things to Miles

fancy clothes and the fancy women.

Oh, yes, he, uh, he had a wife.

But her place was at home, taking care of the child

she bored him. Miles was seldom home.

Five years of grubstakes...

...never owning more than a pack burro

and prospector's tools.

Then we hit it.

The essay report was so promising

that a mining company agent offered us $10,000.

Miles wanted to take it. I refused.

Deep down in my bones I knew that our find

was worth much more than that.

We went back for the wife and child.

They were gone.

She had abandoned the child.

Left her with an old couple on a small farm.

Miles was relieved.

See, his wife and child never meant much to him

aside from an occasional request for more money.

He would've left the girl with the old folks

but I talked him

into taking her along with us.

I had to promise Miles that I would look after her.

Maybe that's why I stayed with Miles...

...because of Nancy.

She was only four years old.

I don't really believe she knew she ever had a father.

It was late December when I started back.

We, uh, took a chance and cut across the glacier

hoping to hit the pass before the heavy snows.

You've been there, Bart. You know what it's like.

Loneliest place in all creation.

And the right place Miles thought for murder.

Must have been thinking about it a long time

ever since we got that offer of $10,000.

We'd stopped to rest.

Miles walked over to inspect a crevasse

and I was crouched beside my horse

trying to dislodge a piece of ice from his shoe.

I heard Nancy scream...

...and Miles' bullet hit me.

I managed to draw my gun.

There was Nancy, still screaming.

Miles was standing over her, pointing the gun.

I don't know of what he intended.

I fired.

Miles fell

and slid out of sight, into the crevasse.

I remember very little

of what happened after that.

Somehow we made our way to the pass.

Old Indian squaw, looking for firewood, found us.

Took care of Nancy and myself until I recovered.

I sold the mine about a year later for more than a $100,000.

Then came here and started this ranch.

And Nancy?

She had nightmares for years afterwards.

Then she doesn't know that the man in the ice house

is her father.

No.

I'm sorry, Mr. Powers.

I guess I should have let him stay up there in the glacier.

Somebody would have found him sooner or later.

Better later. Lawson will crucify you. You know that.

Unless you can prove it was self-defense.

After 20 years?

You say you're still carrying his bullet around

inside of you. Well, that might be it.

That might be the proof.

- An old scar. - The bullet.

There must be a ball

fired from old-type cap-and-ball pistol.

Has to be. They weren't using modern cartridges 20 years ago.

It was.

All we have to do is to make a coroner's jury believe that

after a surgeon removes that ball.

No, well, you see, I have been to the best surgeons

in the country. They all say the same thing.

Any attempt to, uh, remove that ball will kill me.

Nobody I know. Possibly just what they claim.

Some traveler who tried to cross the glacier.

Well, somebody must've been with him. He didn't shoot himself.

And it didn't happen yesterday.

Not the way he was embedded in the ice.

How long would you say, Eli?

Uh, well, no positive way of saying.

But from the way he was found and the cut of his clothes

perhaps 20 years.

Well, whoever he is, somebody at the Powers' ranch

knew him. He was in the ice house.

Somebody tried to burn it down just before we got there.

Oh. if we only knew who he was.

Oh! Well, his name is Miles Craven, Mr. Lawson.

I found this in his jacket in an oilskin pouch.

Essay report from Placerville.

Must have been a prospector or engineer.

Well, looks like we hit pay dirt.

Guess whose name is on this report with Craven's.

Calvin T Powers.

And Placerville is where Powers said

he got a start in the big money.

Carl, I want you to take the morning stage to Placerville.

I wanna find out all there is to know about

Craven and his partner, Calvin Powers.

We get through with Powers, he'll be fortunate

if he retains the right to vote.

Penny for your thoughts.

I'm afraid they're not worth that much.

Do you come here often?

Always.

Especially when I was a little girl and had bad dreams.

Do you always throw pennies in the pond?

My own private wishing well.

- Silly, isn't it? - No. No.

My old pappy didn't believe in wishing. He, uh...

He always said that there'd never be the day

when it could beat an inside flush.

But my mom, now she was the romantic one.

- She always used to say that-- - I know.

That if you look into a well with someone you care for

and make a wish, it'll come true.

Nancy your father is very worried about you.

I had to get away from the house

and that man in the ice.

He's gone. He'll be buried tomorrow.

He'll soon be forgotten.

I have forgotten.

The dreams I used to have

the same dream over and over again

seeing the same face and making me scream

without my knowing why...

It was his face, Bart. The man in the ice.

Is it possible I knew him?

You'll have to ask your father.

He knows, doesn't he?

- You're up early, Mr. Powers. - I've been expecting you.

[McCrary] Mr. Lawson wants a word with you at his place in town.

I have nothing to discuss with him.

He says you do.

If you're referring to that body that my ice crew--

It's not just a body.

It's your one-time partner, Miles Craven.

Still feel you have nothing to discuss?

- Not with Lawson. - Then with the coroner's jury.

[McCrary] I'll give you your choice.

intimidating a private citizen is a civil offence, sheriff.

So is interfering with an officer of the law

during the performance of his duty.

Just what am I interrupting?

An arrest for murder.

No need for a gun, Bart.

What are they talkin' about? Who's been murdered?

Nobody you know, Nancy.

- Go into the house. - Let her stay.

You killed your partner. Let her hear about it.

- Partner? - That's right, miss.

[McCrary] That body in the ice house. Name's Miles Craven.

He was your partner, wasn't he?

Still doesn't prove murder, sheriff.

[Bart] That body's been in the ice a long time.

With a bullet in his heart.

Well, you can tell the jury all about it, Powers.

Unless you wanna talk to Mr. Lawson first.

You don't have to say anything, Mr. Powers.

Have you got a warrant, sheriff?

Alright, smart man. I'll get a warrant.

I'll be right back. Come on.

That man, did I know him?

No.

It happened before you were born.

- But that face. - Just a coincidence.

Nancy, why don't you go on into the house?

I'll be in in a few minutes.

You're gonna have to tell her sometime.

No.

When the sheriff gets back with that warrant

you're gonna have to tell your story to a coroner's jury.

You can bet your bottom dollar Lawson's gonna try

to hang you high.

It was self-defense, not murder.

Sure, I know that.

And maybe a lot of other people will, too.

But you've still got a witness to testify.

She's forgotten. She's blocked it out of her mind.

To remember a thing like that

might bring back all her old fears.

Seriously damage her health.

You tell her the whole story right from the beginning--

I can't, I can't do it

for her well-being means more to me

than anything else in the world.

- Even the governorship? - Of course.

There's another thing, what if I did tell her that

Miles Craven was her father

and I killed him? She'd hate me.

No, I don't think Nancy would ever hate you.

You're the only father she's ever had.

I'm not a gambler.

I can't take the chance.

Alright.

There is one more possibility.

Craven's gun, the one he shot you with

the cap will prove that a bullet was fired.

I know it's not much, but it is something

to help back your case of self-defense.

Slid into the crevasse with him.

Must be still up there in the glacier.

Somewhere near where we found his body.

Mr. Powers, I'm gonna need that heavy coat again.

You don't owe me that, Bart.

Oh, I know I don't.

But I've a piece of this election, remember?

Besides, I don't like Lawson's brand of politics.

I'll get the coat.

Now back to "Maverick."

Wait a minute.

Maverick. What's he up to?

I don't know, but he's headed north towards the glacier.

Might be smart to find out what he's after.

- I aim to. - Oh, Ben.

Forget about that grudge. Play it safe.

Yeah.

One day a month

I call my soul my own.

You don't have a soul, you drowned it

years ago in self-pity.

I want to see your copy of the coroner's report on Craven.

Don't need a copy.

I can tell you.

Cause of death

pistol ball lodged in the heart, left ventricle.

Fired by party unknown.

Time of death, possibly 20 years.

You blunderin', incompetent fool.

I told you who killed him.

Can't use heresy in a coroner's report.

- I'm not the jury. - You idiot.

On the basis of your report, Judge Harmon

refused to issue a warrant for Powers' arrest.

I had to send McCrary out to town for Judge Murdock.

It's not my business to--

Your business is what I tell you it is.

I'm tired of dirty politics

phony reports. I'm a doctor.

You're a quack. And I'll break you for this, Eli.

I'll run you out of the state. You'll never practice again.

If it's the only way out tell her.

She doesn't have to know about me.

I'm here with her. It's all I have a right...

I-I'll, uh, tell Netty to start dinner.

Nancy will be home soon.

Bart. Sit down. Abbey.

I don't need you, Abbey. It's just a scratch.

Well, I couldn't find the gun.

Then Stricker followed me.

One day perhaps someone will find him

the way we found Craven.

There'll be no more violence.

I'm going into town this afternoon.

I'll wire campaign headquarters I'm pulling out.

Now that won't stop Lawson now.

He's really out to get you.

You've got to tell Nancy.

You've got influence. It could be a closed inquest.

- And with her to testify as-- - I've told you before.

I can't risk the shock this might cause her.

Seems that I set more store by Nancy than you do.

But there are other people involved here too.

The ones that supported you

to stamp out Lawson and his machine.

If you pull out now, you're gonna break the back

of every decent person that believed in you.

I don't care about them. I care about her.

You've got no choice, Lawson will drag her

before a coroner's jury and maybe a court trial, too.

You think about Nancy when that happens.

I won't have to. I'll be out of the campaign.

Alright, if you won't permit Nancy to be a witness

then maybe we can use Miles Craven's bullet...

...to prove self-defense.

"A million to one."

That's what they all said.

- Mm-hmm. - Those are pretty big odds.

Would you take them?

If the stakes are high enough.

I think that these are.

Alright.

I'll go wire Dr. Marsh in Denver.

We don't have time for that.

The sheriff will be back as soon as he gets the warrant.

We'd better get Dr. Sayles.

Eli?

You said yourself, "A million to one."

Alright.

Maybe it's old Doc Sayles' turn to pick a winning hand.

I'll get him.

Now back to "Maverick."

- Are you taking inventory? - What do you want?

You. A man needs an operation.

I'm a coroner, mister. I'm not a surgeon.

You're a doctor, doctor. And this is an emergency.

Well, who-who is it?

Calvin Powers. He's got a bullet in him.

- And you are gonna take it out. - No, no. I haven't done any m--

It'll all come back to you, doctor.

But... Uh... No, no, look. Uh, I can't. Look--

Got to perform the operation at the house.

So take everything you'll need.

Oh, no, you-you better get somebody else.

- I want you. - Why?

We'll need your sworn statement.

- What statement? - Proof of self-defense.

Your contribution to good government, doctor.

Whoa!

Oh, hello, Eli. I'm glad you could make it.

- Hello, Calvin. - Father.

- Is something the matter? - Oh, no, Nancy.

I just wanted to have the doc have a look at, uh

Bart's arm, darling.

Excuse me.

Would you help me in the kitchen, Nancy?

Go ahead, doctor. You can begin any time.

But you heard what he said, it's way down in there

next to his heart. I'll-I'll kill him.

I'd suggest you cut him.

Now, now, that's enough, doctor.

Congratulations.

That's a very fine piece of surgery.

But, uh, I-I didn't even begin.

And the operation's already over.

All you would have found is a little lead ball like this.

One that you could purchase at any old gun shop.

Exactly like the one that's in Mr. Powers' body.

As I told you, doctor, you've just made a contribution

to good government.

D-does he know about this?

No. Uh, but you can tell him after the election.

Well, give me ten minutes with him here

to bring him out of it.

Then you can send his daughter in.

Thank you very much.

You're sure about what you found up there in Placerville?

- We can't afford a mistake. - I told you.

The jackpot, just like I said.

Is Cal Powers inside?

He's not seeing visitors today.

- He'll see me. - You can only bluff so far.

Lawson, even in politics.

You can't make a murder charge stick

not when the evidence is clearly self-defense.

Doctor Sayles just removed this from Powers.

It's Miles Craven's bullet.

Oh, and the doctor is prepared to sign a statement.

- So you got to Eli. - Mm-hmm.

You underestimate me, Maverick, I never stand on a pat hand

when the stakes are so high.

This time I'm gonna put a collar on Powers. Or a muzzle.

It's his choice.

All those years they told me an operation would kill me.

Well, it would have if the bullet

had remained in its original lodgment.

But it moved, fortunately

so I didn't have to probe so deeply.

Well, you heal fast, Cal.

- What do you want here? - Just a little talk.

The talk that I suggested when your crew found Craven's body.

Anything I have to say, I'll say to a coroner's jury.

Sure you will. But that's not what I came for.

Carl here just got back from Placerville.

[Lawson] Nice friendly town up there.

And folks with long memories.

Shall we have our little talk?

Just you and me and Carl?

My father's just had an operation. He's not well.

Alone, Cal.

Leave, all of you.

It's personal. Won't be long.

You, too, Maverick.

He can stay. He knows all about Nancy.

I promise you, she'll never know from either Carl or me.

All I want is your guarantee that you will pull out

of this election.

You got to tell her, Powers.

You've got to tell her. You've got to have faith in her.

You killed her father. Is that what you want to tell her?

You're the only father she's ever known.

And now that you have proof it was self-defense

she can't possibly doubt you.

Don't risk it, Cal. She'll never know. I give you my word.

Your word?

Tell her to come in, Bart.

You fool.

[Bart] Nancy.

These men have something to tell you.

Something I think you ought to know.

I wanted to spare you, Nancy, but he's forced my hand.

[Lawson] That man on the ice, Miles Craven

he was your father.

He killed him.

Father...

Yes, he was your father, Nancy.

We came after you, Miles and I

after your mother had left you, abandoned you.

You started across the glacier with us.

You were only four. You were just a little girl.

Miles didn't want you.

Your mother didn't want you.

I wanted you.

- We stopped in the snow. - Ow! Ah...

That was when Miles tried to kill me.

No... No.

- Nancy. - No...

Nancy. Nancy.

That awful smile.

He was trying to hurt me when he smiled.

He, he was going to kill you on the glacier.

I remember.

I think he wanted to kill me, too.

He was your father, girl.

No, he wasn't.

He didn't want me.

You're my father.

You're the only father I've ever known.

My darling.

My darling.

Gentlemen...

Uh, not yet, Mrs. Craven.

Later.

She doesn't know. Lawson didn't dig that deep.

It's a good thing I overheard you.

Don't tell her. Please.

I had my chance. I threw it away.

Calvin knows.

I'm with her.

That's enough.

I reckon it is, ma'am.

I'll never be able to thank you, Bart.

You already have, $2000 worth.

Will we ever see you again?

When the governor's up for re-election.

I like to bet on a sure thing.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Bye.

♪ 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 a wind in Oregon blowin' up a canyon ♪

♪ Easier to tame ♪

♪ Riverboat ring your bell fare thee well Annabelle ♪

♪ 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 Annabelle ♪

♪ 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 ♪♪