Colt New Marine - Will Stratton

You stalked along the old canal

And you wiped the salt out from your eye

And you said Suzanne, we’ll have this child

I’ve done no gambling in my life

She began to count her debts and weep

As her fingers pulled down at her ring

Looking down into the clearest deep

Where the piers recede into the sea

And she said oh lord

I don’t think you understand

You may have four years on me

But you’ll never be a man

She then disappeared from you

Til the wedding in closest June

When the air hangs like a gavel stuck

Suspended just before it’s struck

You bought a Colt New Marine

Like a true dramatic fool

Tucked inside your jacket’s seam

As you shook the hand of the groom

And you said oh lord

What a pleasure this has been

I once knew your bride-to-be

Long ago in sin