Cole Bernier

Nineteen thirty in the state of Arizona
Cole Bernier and a party of four
Blew into Phoenix in a Model A Ford
One in the rumble seat, two on the floor
They rode into town like a big brass band
Like a gospel vision in a swirl of sand
A Louisiana hurricane dressed like a man
Come to Arizona for a one night stand
What you gonna do when there’s nowhere to run
But a hundred miles of desert in the Arizona sun
Luck ain’t important but it sure helps some
Hold some, fold some, cut out when you’re done
Nobody knows just what went down
But things got different when they came around
The daughter of the mayor forgot how to frown
Everything they robbed got spent in town
Cole Bernier with a dollar and chage
Sat himself down at the poker game
Walked away with about the same
After winning it all, sent it back where it came
What you gonna do when there’s nowhere to run
But a hundred miles of desert in the Arizona sun
Luck ain’t important but it sure helps some
Hold some, fold some, cut out when you’re done
When he was gone everybody blinked
Headed to the tavern for a good stiff drink
Murphy said to Salazar what do you think
Ernesto replied with a great big wink
Here in Arizona every once in a while
Something happens to make you smile
Test your mettle, put your soul on trial
You can see it coming for a desert mile
What you gonna do when there’s nowhere to run
But a hundred miles of desert in the Arizona sun
Luck ain’t important but it sure helps some
Hold some, fold some, cut out when you’re done
Nineteen thirty in the state of Arizona
Cole Bernier and a party of four
Blew into Phoenix in a Model A Ford
One in the rumble seat, two on the floor