#100
title:Desperado
st:Don Benly/Glen Frey
F7 F F F7
F7Desperado why don't you cBome to your sBmenses?
You've been oFut riding fBm7ences for B7so long nF7ow.
Oh, you're a hFard oneF7, but I know that yoBu've got your reasBmons,
These thFings that aCre plBm7easin' you can hB7urt you soF7mehFow. F Gm

Don't you dBmraw the Queen of DiCm7amonds, boy,
She'll bBeat you if she's aFble,
You know the QuBm7een of Bearts is alBways your best Fbet.C7
Well it sBmeems to me some fCm7ine things
Bave been lBaid upon your tFable,
But you oBmnly want the oB7nes that you can't Bm7get.

Desperado, you know you ain't getting younger,
Your pain and your hunger, they're driving you home.
And freedom, 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 wintertime,
The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine,
It's hard to tell the nighttime 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 lFet someF7body lBmove you,B F Bm
You better lFet someC7body lBmove you,
BeBm7fore it's too late.F F7 B Bm F
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# Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives
# by Steve Putz
# 7 September 1992