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

She's got to get away 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 lam



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 into Salinas

I got a letter then she dropped out of sight



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

Shootin' down the law that shot down her dear departed man



Shrouded in anger

Encompassed by pain

He was your best friend & you'll never ever ever see him again

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