Mary Could You

Behind a fellow on the way to Pocatello on a westbound passenger train

Buyin' my time drinkin' red wine, waitin' for the signal to change

And there's gold and hooch hidden in the caboose

And when the damn thing stops, I'm ready to shoot

Oh, Lord, I ain't the innocent one

Know me by the way I run

Well, I'm stabbed in the back and I'm gunnin' for that stack

Oh, Mary, could you stitch me up? Woo!

Mary made a living just fencing what was given when the tramps rolled in on the train

Sold her booze and offered a room and a lady without a name

She could sew your wounds or sell you a tomb

But never could you tell her you had something to lose

Oh, Lord, I ain't the innocent one

Know me by the way I run

Well, I'm stabbed in the back and I'm gunnin' for that stack

Oh, Mary, could you stitch me up?

So I rode in hot, just lookin' for a cot to lay my burdens down

In Mary's place, I recognized a face on a man from another town

He shot his lead at the side of my head

It was twenty-seven stitches from the queen of the yeggs

Oh, Lord, I ain't the innocent one

Know me by the way I run

Well, I'm stabbed in the back and I'm gunnin' for that stack

Oh, Mary, could you stitch me up?

Oh, Lord, I ain't the innocent one

Know me by the way I run

Well, I'm stabbed in the back and I'm gunnin' for that stack

Oh, Mary, could you stitch me up?

Oh, Mary, could you stitch me up?

Oh, Mary, could you stitch me up?