Desperado, why don’t you come to your senses?You’ve been out riding fences for so long nowAh, you’re a hard oneBut I know that you’ve got your reasonsThese things that are pleasin’ you can hurt you somehowDon’t you draw the Queen of Diamonds, boyShe’ll beat you if she’s ableYou know the Queen of Hearts is always your best betNow it seems to me some fine things have been laid upon yourtableBut you only want the one that you can’t getDesperado, ah, you ain’t gettin’ no youngerYour pain and your hunger, they’re drivin’ you homeFreedom, ah, freedom, that’s just some people talkin’You’re a prisoner walkin’ through this world all aloneDon’t your feet get cold in the wintertimeThe sky won’t snow and the sun won’t shineIt’s hard to tell the nite-time from the dayYou’re losin’ all your highs and lowsAin’t it funny how the feelin’ goes away?Desperado, why don’t you come to your sensesCome down from your fences and open the gateIt may be rainin’ but there’s a rainbow above youYou better let somebody love you…You better let somebody love you before it’s too late
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Ooh, ooh, ba / Yesterday I thought youâ??d stay / I thought youâ??d see things my way / But now I see my hopes may be dead
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Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans / Way back up on the woods among the evergreens / There stood an log cabin made of earth and wood / Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode
Where’s the word for the sadness / Where’s the poetry in the pain / Where’s the color in the stain where the tears have fallen / It’s gone, it’s just gone
I’ve played the game of love before / Too young to know / How hard the fall could be / I never though I’d try again
I’m going way down south to Louisiana, tonight / Well, I’ll just close my eyes / And everything’s alright / And though I’m really far away
You’re alone, all the time / Does it ever puzzle you? Have you asked why? / You seem, to fall in love, and out again / Do you really ever love? Or just pretend?
I have always been a dreamer / Followed visions of my own / I was born to belong / To the lines of a song
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens / Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens / Brown paper packages tied up with strings / These are a few of my favorite things