The boy was asleep in his parents' He woke to the of guns in the night And there in the he saw three Mexicanos His father was shouting, "Boy run for life!" He and he wept at the sight that he saw His mama and papa lay on the floor They laughed as he ran and they rode on way But how will it be if see him today
Oh, an angel of death, you go Desperado from more will he run Oh, up through the wind and rain With revenge burning in brain And your on your gun
A quiet little was just south of Reno Where someone had told him he find the men And in the stairway, they're guzzling the vino The three Mexicanos were laughing He pushed his sombrero away from his His cool cigarillo was in place The stared at the man they can see And wondered who this could be
Oh, an angel of death, you go Desperado Mexico Never will he run Oh, Riding up the wind and rain With burning in your brain And your hand on 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 will be companero While you your dream
He looked with contempt at the cowardly His eyes were as cold as the 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 down gun!" He knew in his heart that the was over He on his horse and rode into the sun
Oh, Like an of death, you go Desperado Mexico Never will he run Oh, Riding up the wind and rain With burning in your brain Now over and done
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh... Pistole-, Pistolero... the devil's companero And the what you see Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh... Pistole-, Pistolero... will be your companero While you follow your Oh oh oh ooohhh... ooohhh... ooohhh...