Will Stratton - Colt New Marine Lyrics
And you wiped the salt out from your eyeAnd you said Suzanne, we'll have this childI've done no gambling in my lifeShe began to count her debts and weepAs her fingers pulled down at her ringLooking down into the clearest deepWhere the piers recede into the seaAnd she said oh lord,I don't think you understandYou may have four years on meBut you'll never be a manShe then disappeared from youTil the wedding in closest JuneWhen the air hangs like a gavel stuckSuspended just before it's struckYou bought a Colt New MarineLike a true dramatic foolTucked inside your jacket's seamAs you shook the hand of the groomAnd you said oh lord,What a pleasure this has beenI once knew your bride-to-beLong ago in sin