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Desperado, why donÂ’t you come to your senses?
You been out ridinÂ’ fences for so long now
Oh, youÂ’re a hard one
I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasinÂ’ you
Can hurt you somehow

DonÂ’ you draw the queen of diamonds, boy
SheÂ’ll beat you if sheÂ’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 canÂ’t get

Desperado, oh, you ainÂ’t gettinÂ’ no youger
Your pain and your hunger, theyÂ’re drivinÂ’ you home
And freedom, oh freedom well, thatÂ’s just some people talkinÂ’
Your prison is walking through this world all alone

DonÂ’t your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky wonÂ’t snow and the sun wonÂ’t shine
ItÂ’s hard to tell the night time from the day
YouÂ’re loosinÂ’ all your highs and lows
AinÂ’t it funny how the feeling goes away?

Desperado, why donÂ’t you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, open the gate
It may be raininÂ’, but thereÂ’s a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you, before itÂ’s too late