Letra de 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)