Maver

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 her picture should distract some playmen
Yeah maybe you'll be lucky enough
To hear her sing on Sunday
Oh Maver

Maver and her bonnet
Strings the flag upon it
Betting on the bonnet
Supposed to get easier
She's playing on the easy piece for her
Oh Maver

She was a true blue bird, a traveler
She left her home post for the West Coast
With a guitar and a bar of soap for 'ole San Francisco
And a foolhearted head hole
Well she landed in a flat with some fellas that were lucky to meet her
'Cause she can play the six-string better than
This much you can bet her
Oh, So Maver

Maver and her bonnet
Strings the flag upon it
Betting on the bonnet
Supposed to get easier
She's playing on the easy piece for her

How many nights did you make it without it?
How many lines on your face can take away your stone?

(guitar solo)

How many nights did you make it without it?
How many lines on your face can take away your stone?

Maver and her bonnet
Strings the flag upon it
Betting on the bonnet
Supposed to get easier
She's playing on the easy piece for her
She's playing on the easy piece for her
Oh Maver
Oh Maver
Oh Maver