She's got her ticket and she's waitin' at the station

She's got to get away

As far as she can

Her problems will arise as sure as the sun does shine

She's

Got to get used to living on the line

Now Mary's out the door with a loaded

44 in her hand Shootin' down the law that shot down her dear departed man

When I last saw her she was lookin' troubled She said this is the 90's I'm

Gonna be alright

She took the Greyhound in to Salinas I got a letter then that

Now Mary's out the door with a loaded 44 in her hand

Shooting down the law that shot down her dear departed man

Shrouded in anger Encompassed by pain He was your

Best friend and now you'll never ever ever see him again

Now Mary's out the door with a loaded 44 in her hand

Shooting down the law that shot down her dear departed man