Fry and Flapjack Marie

Sit atop a painted wagon
Trying to digest
Whereabouts the scouts would take me
Further out the west
There's a dollar in my belt safe, timber on the rungs
There's a single tree that blocks our view of a scorching summer sun

The scouts, although not many, I was third in line
While my name was Frederick, the others called me Fry
As a gang we looked for nonsense and stayed on right away
We carried on discreetly
Until I met her one day

I ain't got that much to give but I've got a lot to say
If you and me, we settle down, we'll get a ranch one day
I'll protect you and I'll love you, we could have a couple kids
Marie, Marie, would you marry me?
And for my crimes would you forgive?

Well we got along quite nicely
She even joined us on a job
Where she shot the man that broke her heart
Whom later we would rob
We used the money for a wedding
She married me in June
But I didn't leave the scouts baby
Nearly saw our marriage through

Once we had two children
I made a promise to her so
I'd pull off this one last heist
Then the range is where we'll go
I made it out alive
With pockets full of gold
It was just a few days later
Our townhouse was sold

I ain't got that much to give but I've got a lease to pay
Now you and me, we've settled down, we can watch our hair go grey
I'll protect you and I'll love you, we have a couple kids
Marie, Marie, I'm glad you married me
But for my crimes would you forgive?

Since there's no way for distinction to be told in truer form
Then when a man has a gun pressed to his head after he's been warned
And they have me in the slammer, some week's I'll swing you'll see
I love you for eternity, Flapjack Marie

I ain't got that much to give, but I've got a lot to say
I don't think I'll grow old with you, so leave flowers at my grave
I protected and I loved you, take good care of our kids
Marie, Marie, I'm glad you married me
But for those crimes you won't forgive