: Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? You been out ridin' fences for so long now Oh, you're a hard one I know that you got your reasons
: 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 got your reasons
all alone in the center ring?) Now there's no time left to borrow (Is there gonna be anything left?) Only stardust (Maybe tomorrow) Maybe tomorrow Maybe tomorrow Desperado Desperado
: They were duelin' Doolin - Dalton High or low it was the same Easy money and faithless women Red-eye whiskey for the pain Go down Bill Dalton it
: Words and Music by Bernie Leadon Twenty one and strong as I can be I know what freedom means to me And I can't give a reason why I should ever want
Johnny Cash Desperado was never released as a single...can you believe it? Fan Comments Words and Music by Don Henley and Glenn Frey Desperado why don
: Words and Music by Don Henley, Glenn Frey and Tommy Nixon Oh my don't the sky look spacious With the stars all shinin' down Well I can hear the night
: Words and Music by David Blue I am an outlaw, I was born an outlaw's son The highway is my legacy On the highway I will run In one hand I've a
: Words and Music by Bernie Leadon, Randy Meisner, Glenn Frey & Don Henley Seems like a dream now, it was so long ago The moon burned so bright and
: Words and Music by Bernie Leadon Once I was young and so unsure I'd try any ill to find the cure An old man told me Tryin' to scold me "Oh, son
: Words and Music by Don Henley and Glenn Frey It's another tequila sunrise Starin' slowly 'cross the sky I said goodbye He was just a hired hand Workin
: Words and music by Randy Meisner, Glenn Frey and Don Henley He was a poor boy, raised in a small family He kinda had a craving for somethin' no one
Hearts, you say you've never met Your twisted fate has found you out And its finally turned the table Stole your dreams and paid you with regret Desperado
They were duelin', Doolin-Dalton High or low, it was the same Easy money and faithless women Red-eye whiskey for the pain Go down, Bill Dalton, it must
He was a poor boy, raised in a small family He kinda had a craving for somethin' no one else could see They say that he was crazy, the kind that no lady
Ya One, two, three Two, two, three Seems like a dream now, it was so long ago The moon burned so bright and the time went so slow And I swore that I
