This is a little song that Chris wrote
About an old friend of ours
And a little band called "The Gun Club"
I still can picture him
His hands in his back pockets
He wasn't much for words
But when the wise kids made a racket
He just had to go downtown
Throw his weight around before starting over
Say, "Did you hear, I've got a band?
Some guys I know from L.A.
We'll own the Rio Grande
I'll pay you back next Friday
You know, it sure ain't big
Just some cats I dig
They said they'd do the gig"
Oh, desperado
Why don't you spend your life in Colorado?
Oh, restless shadow
Out in the blue hills, you're feeling hollow
Oh, El Diablo
Why did you spend your life in California?
I should have warned ya
No place to go now but falling over
Some hands can't make it on the run
Under the gun
Not for the younger
Oh, Jack Daniels, I feel your hunger
I know you did your best
But you thought that you did not
I wish that I had known before I heard the last shot
You know, it's not a sin
That dunken Indian, just a momento
So sad you loved in vain
My comrades, lost in battle
The music wars are done
From London to Seattle
We all pay to play
And all our yesterdays are starting over
Oh, desperado
Why don't you spend your life in Colorado?
Oh, restless shadow
Out in the blue hills, you're feeling hollow
Oh, El Diablo
Why did you spend your life in California?
I should have warned ya
No place to go now but falling over
Ready to die
Now, he's ready to die
Ready to die
That he's ready to die
Ready to die
That he's ready to die
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
