Pistolero

The boy was asleep in his parents' cabana

He woke to the thunder of guns in the night

And there in the dark he saw three Mexicanos

His father was shouting, "Boy run for your life!"

He prayed and he wept at the sight that he saw

His mama and papa lay dead on the floor

They laughed as he ran and they rode on their way

But how will it be if they see him today

Oh, Pistolero

Like an angel of death, you go

Desperado from Mexico

Never more will he run

Oh, Pistolero

Riding up through the wind and rain

With revenge burning in your brain

And your hand on your gun

A quiet little village was just south of Reno

Where someone had told him he might find the men

And there in the stairway, they're guzzling the vino

The three Mexicanos were laughing again

He pushed his sombrero away from his face

His cool cigarillo was pounding in place

The Mexicans stared at the man they can see

And wondered who this Pistolero could be

Oh, Pistolero

Like an angel of death, you go

Desperado from Mexico

Never more will he run

Oh, Pistolero

Riding up through the wind and rain

With revenge burning in your brain

And your hand on your gun

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh

Pistole, Pistolero

You're the devil's compañero

And the devil's what you see

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh

Pistole, Pistolero

Death will be your compañero

While you follow your dream

He looked with contempt at the cowardly killers

His eyes were as cold as the hate in his heart

"Get ready to fire and viya con dios."

He lowered the hand that would blow them apart

Then suddenly somewhere, the voice of his father

Was shouting, "Forgive them and put down your gun!"

He knew in his heart that the madness was over

He climbed on his horse and rode into the sun

Oh, Pistolero

Like an angel of death, you go

Desperado from Mexico

Never more will he run

Oh, Pistolero

Riding up through the wind and rain

With revenge burning in your brain

Now it's over and done

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh

Pistole, Pistolero

You're the devil's compañero

And the devil's what you see

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohh

Pistol-, Pistolero

Death will be your compañero

While you follow your dream

Oh oh oh ooohhh, ooohh, ooohhh