Eagles
Lyricist: Don Henley, Glenn Frey Composer: Don Henley, Glenn Frey
Desperado
Why don't you come to your senses
You've been out riding fences
For so long now
Oh you're a hard one
But I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasing 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, you ain't getting no younger
Your pain and your hunger
They're driving you home
And freedom, oh freedom
Well, that's just some people talking
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 losing 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 raining
But there's a rainbow above you
You better let somebody love you
You better let somebody love you
Before it's too late