Bandolero

She said she loved him, driving him crazy
He went off his head 'bout a Mexican girl
She’s called Lucia, sweet signorita
Every night they went on the loose
But then her old man was crying, you’re no companion at all
'Cause you’re a highwayman and you’re good for nothing
El bandolero, looks like a broken hero
Oh, he never lost the day, or ever shed a tear
El bandolero, left with a broken heart
Full of deep-rooted smart. He’s on his way again
I saw him riding, no use in hiding
He laid down his hand on my back and he said:
«Hello Lucia, sweet signorita»
I went on a tour with this mystery man
But deep down inside I was crying
I knew about the price on his head
For holding up a train, so I came down a peg or two
El bandolero, looks like a broken hero
Oh, he never lost the day, or ever shed a tear
El bandolero, left with a broken heart
Full of deep-rooted smart. He’s on his way again
El bandolero, looks like a broken hero
Oh, he never lost the day, or ever shed a tear
El bandolero, left with a broken heart
Full of deep-rooted smart. He’s on his way again