| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| You 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 ones 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 | |
| Don't your feet get cold in the winter time? | |
| The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine | |
| It's hard to tell the night time from the day | |
| You're losin' 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, open the gate | |
| It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you | |
| You better let somebody love you, before it's too late |