Don'
you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
She'll
beat you if she's able
You
know the queen of heats is always your best bet
Now it
seems to me, some fine things
Have
been laid upon your table
But
you only want the ones that you can't get
Desperado,
oh, you ain't gettin' no youger
Your
pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
And
freedom, oh freedom well, that's just some people talkin'
Your
prison is walking through this world all alone
Don't
your feet get cold in the winter time?
The
sky won't snow and the sun won't shine
It's
hard to tell the night time from the day
You're
loosin' all your highs and lows
Ain't
it funny how the feeling goes away?
Desperado,
why don't you come to your senses?
Come
down from your fences, open the gate
It may
be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you
You
better let somebody love you, before it's too late
Marco Giunco |
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