SHE TOLD HER FRIENDS SHE’D ONLY MARRY A SINGING COWBOY — THEY LAUGHED. THEN ONE WALKED THROUGH THE DOOR OF HER ICE CREAM PARLOR. In late-1940s Glendale, Arizona, a young woman named Marizona Baldwin had a wish she didn’t keep to herself: she wanted to marry a singing cowboy. Not a rancher. Not a soldier. A singing cowboy. One day at Upton’s Ice Cream Parlor, on the northeast corner of Glendale and 58th Avenue, the door opened. A skinny twenty-year-old kid walked in — fresh out of the U.S. Navy after serving in World War II, where he’d taught himself guitar on board ship. His name was Martin David Robinson. The world would later know him as Marty Robbins. He took one look at her, turned to his buddy, and said it out loud: “I’m gonna marry that girl.” Marizona, in an interview decades later, remembered the moment her own way: “I guess it was love at first sight.” He wasn’t a star yet — not even close. He was working ordinary jobs, digging ditches and driving trucks, while playing tiny clubs around the Phoenix valley at night, chasing the exact dream she’d been waiting for. They married on September 27, 1948. Together they raised two children, Ronny and Janet. The road wasn’t easy — lean years in Arizona, a move to Nashville in 1953, the Grand Ole Opry, the hits, and eventually the heart trouble that would shadow the rest of his life. Twenty-two years after that ice cream parlor afternoon, he wrote her the song. “My Woman, My Woman, My Wife” was released in January 1970, hit No. 1 on the country chart, and won the Grammy for Best Country Song in 1971. Four days after the single came out, Marty became one of the first patients in America to undergo open-heart surgery — which only made the song’s gratitude land harder. Her singing cowboy had arrived. Right on time.
She Said She Would Only Marry a Singing Cowboy — Then Marty Robbins Walked In Long before Marty Robbins became one of country music’s most unforgettable voices, before the Grand…