(G. Frey/J.D. Souther/D. Henley/J. Browne)
Well the stage was set the sun was sinkinâ 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 âem Duelinâ, Doolin-Dalton, high or low, itâs all the same
Easy money and faithless women, you will never kill the pain
Go down, Bill Dollin, donât you wonder why
Sooner or later we all have to die?
Sooner or later, thatâs a stone-cold fact,
Four men ride out and only three ride back
(Instrumental)
The queen of dimonds 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 itâ finally turned the tables
Stole your dreams and paid you with regret
Desperado (it there gonna be anything left, is there gonna be anything?)
You sealed your fate up a long time ago
(Ainât it hard when youâre all alone in the center ring?)
Now thereâs no time left to borrow
(Is there gonna be anything left?)
Only stardust (maybe tomorrow)
Maybe tomorrow
Maybe tomorrow
Desperado
Desperado
Desperado
Desperado
Desperado
Desperado
Desperado
Desperado
Desperado
