Maver with her lucky bonnet

She used to paint her flowers on it

She keeps her memories on a turnstile

'Cause she's superstitious

She thought she'd be famous

And tell me if I'm wrong

But I think she still just likes to play them

Yeah and maybe you'll be lucky enough

To hear her sing on Sunday

Oh Maver



Maver and her bonnet

Streaks of life upon it

Betting on the ponies

So things could get easier

Just praying on a easy peace for her

Oh Maver



She was a true blue blooded traveler

She left her home post for the West Coast

With a guitar and a bar of soap for 'ol San Francisco

And a fool hearted head of hope

Well she landed in a flat

With some fellas that were lucky to meet her

'Cause she could play the six-string better than

Those macho pendejos

Oh Maver



Maver and her bonnet

Streaks of life upon it

Betting on the ponies

So things could get easier

Just praying on a easy peace for her



How many nights did you make it without it?

Oh

How many lines on your face have paved your way in stone?

Oh



How many nights did you make it without it?

Oh

How many lines on your face have paved your way in stone?

Oh



Maver and her bonnet

Streaks of life upon it

Betting on the ponies

So things could get easier

Just praying on a easy peace for her

Just praying on a easy peace for her

Oh Maver

Oh Maver

Oh Maver