Album: American IV - The Man Comes Around
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
You been out ridin' fences for so long now
Oh, you're a hard one,
But 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
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 things that you can't get
Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger:
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home
And freedom, oh freedom,
Well, that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking,
Through this world all alone
And don't your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won't snow, the sun won't shine
It's hard to tell the night time from the day
You're loosin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the feeling,
Goes away?
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, and open the gate
It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you,
You better let somebody love you,
You better let somebody love you,
You better let somebody love you,
Before it's too late