| Lyrics: | G. Frey, J. Browne, D. Henley, J.D. Souther)
Well the stage was set, the sun was sinkin
lowdown.
As they came to town to face another showdown.
The lawmen cleared the people from
the street.
All you bloodthirsty bystanders, will you try to find a seat?
Watchin
doolin, doolin-dalton.
High or low, it's all the same.
Easy money, faithless
women.
You will never kill the pain.
Go down little 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.
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 table.
Stole your dreams and paid you with
regret.
Desperado, IS THERE GONNA BE ANYTHING LEFT, IS THERE GONNA BE?
You've sealed
your fate in a long time, ANYTHING?
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.
DESPERADO, DESPERADO, DESPERADO, |
