I still can picture him: his hands in his back pockets. <br />He wasn't much for words, but when the wise kids made a racket he'd just have to go downtown, throw his weight around before starting over. <br /><br />&quot;Say did you hear I've got a band? <br />Some guys I know from L.A. <br />We'll own the Rio Grande. <br />I'll pay you back next Friday. <br />You know it sure ain't big, just some cats I dig. <br />They said they'd do the gig.&quot; <br /><br />Oh Desperado, why don't you spend your life in Colorado? <br />Oh Restless Shadow, out in the blue hills you're feeling hollow. <br /><br />Oh El Diablo, why did you spend your life in California? <br />I should have warned ya. <br />No place to go now but falling over. <br /><br />Some hands can't make it on the run, under the gun. <br />Not for the younger. <br />Oh Jack Daniels, I feel your hunger. <br /><br />I know you did your best, but you thought that you did not. <br />I wish that I had known before I heard the last shot. <br />You know, it's not a sin, that little badge of tin. <br />Just a momento. <br /><br />So sad you loved in vain. <br />My comrades lost in battle. <br />The music wars are done from London to Seattle. <br />We all pay to play and all our yesterdays are starting over. <br /><br />Oh Desperado, why don't you spend your life in Colorado? <br />Oh Restless Shadow, out on the blue hills you're feeling hollow. <br /><br />Oh El Diablo, why did you spend your life in California? <br />I should have warned ya. <br />No place to go now but falling over. <br /><br />Ready to die. <br />Now he's ready to die.<br /><br /><br />