The boy was in his parents' cabana He woke to the thunder of in the night And there in the dark he saw Mexicanos His father was shouting, "Boy run for life!" He and he wept at the sight that he saw His and papa lay dead on the floor They as he ran and they rode on their way But how will it be if they see him
Oh, an angel of death, you go Desperado Mexico Never will he run Oh, up through the wind and rain With revenge burning in your And hand on your gun
A quiet little village was just south of Where someone had told him he might the men And there in the stairway, they're the vino The three Mexicanos laughing again He pushed his away from his face His cool cigarillo was in place The stared at the man they can see And who this Pistolero could be
Oh, an angel of death, you go Desperado Mexico Never more he run Oh, Riding up through the wind and With revenge burning in your And your on your gun
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh... Pistole-, Pistolero... You're the devil's And the what you see Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh... Pistole-, Pistolero... Death be your companero While you your dream
He looked contempt at the cowardly killers His eyes as cold as the hate in his heart "Get ready to fire and con dios." He lowered the hand would blow them apart Then suddenly somewhere, the of his father Was shouting, "Forgive them and put your gun!" He knew in his heart that the madness was He climbed on his and rode into the sun
Oh, an angel of death, you go Desperado from more will he run Oh, Riding up through the and rain With revenge burning in brain Now it's over and
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh... Pistole-, Pistolero... You're the devil's And the what you see Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh... Pistole-, Pistolero... Death will be your While you follow dream Oh oh oh ooohhh... ooohhh... ooohhh...