Desperado, why don't you come to your senses
You've been out riding' fences, for so long - now.
Oh you're a hard one.
I know that you've got your reasons.
These things that are pleasin'you
can hurt you somehow.
Don't you draw the queen of diamonds boy
She'll beat you if she's able.
You know the queen of hearts 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 ant getting no younger.
Your pain and your hunger,
They're driving you home.
And freedom oh freedom.
Well that's just some people talking.
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.
And you're losing all your highs and lows
ant it funny how the feeling