St. Mary

She's got her ticket and she's waitin' at the station She's got to 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 line 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 in to Salinas I got a letter then that she dropped out of sight Shrouded in anger Encompa*sed by pain He was your best friend and now you'll never ever ever see him again