Theme From "Bret Maverick"

Too many dusty trailtowns, too few and far between

Tired saloons with sawdust-covered floors

Too many one more showdowns and aces over queens

Winning's just a way of keeping score

- Chorus -

My ole pappy always told me your fate is in your hand

Stand pat or draw, it's yours to choose

Luck don't have a thing to do with how you play the game

Maverick didn't come here to lose

Maverick didn't come here to lose

No one recalls the first hand, they all know who won the last

And every man must find his place in time

If all a man can count on is one day pushing up the grass

When I do I lay you odds that grass is mine

(Repeat Chorus)

I 'm tired of leaving nothing, No one ever knows you're gone

Someone's always there to take your seat

I wonder how it feels to hear someone say "glad your home"

Or greet the same ole friends on familiar street

(Repeat Chorus)