Theme From "bret Maverick" Lyrics - Ed Bruce

Words & Music by 

Ed Bruce, Glenn Ray & Patsy Bruce 

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)