When the bottle is emptynAnd my head is unoccupiednMy luck just ran outnCause the day Marty Robbins diednnWell my horse, got divorcednAnd my pigs they all criednMy big arm it won't firenCause the day Marty Robbins diednnOh Marty when you rode into El PasonWearing your white sports coatnWith a big arm on your hipnThe story of your life you wrotennLike mother Maybelle and HanknIn that great Prayer in the skynAll I do is sit on my rocking chair and starenCause the day Marty Robbins diedn