Friday, January 1, 2010

Getting in touch with my inner Desperado


Well the stage was set the sun was sinkin’ low down
As they came to town to face another showdown
The lawmen cleared the people from the streets
All you blood-thirsty bystanders, will you try to find your seats?
Watch ‘em Duelin’, Doolin-Dalton, high or low, it’s all the same
Easy money and faithless women, you will never kill the pain

Go down, Bill Doolin, don’t you wonder why
Sooner or later we all have to die?
Sooner or later, that’s a stone-cold fact,
Four men ride out and only three ride back.

(Instrumental)

The queen of diamonds let you down, she was just an empty fable
The queen of hearts you say you never met
Your twisted fate has found you out and it’s finally turned the tables
Stole your dreams and paid you with regret

Desperado (is there gonna be anything left, is there gonna be anything?)
You sealed your fate up a long time ago
(Ain’t it hard when you’re all alone in the center ring?)
Now there’s no time left to borrow
(Is there gonna be anything left?)
Only stardust (maybe tomorrow)
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe tomorrow

Desperado



(Frey/Souther/Henley/Browne)

2 comments:

YM said...

heh, you shall now be known as Doolin' Donald.

The Donald said...

Queen - I like that!

May have mentioned in a prior post, I visited the Dalton Defenders museum several years ago in Coffeyville.

It takes a lot of guts, or a lot of stooopid, to try to rob two banks at once!