Anna Marie, won't you sit by my side? Tell me the truth, will you be my bride? For richer, for poorer, for better, for worse For the guns of a gambler, they carry a curse A gambler, foe, I come to your town I carry a gun, I can't settle down The longer I linger, the more I'm at stake This love in my heart grows greater each day I must right away get you out of my mind For I know that I must be cruel to be kind Some gun has to prove that he's faster than I Oh, Anna, my love, let me go before I die *
