sont de vrais fripons Sur leur ceinture : a gauche un colt, a droite leur quatre-heure Fuyardez tous, ce sont de troubles fauteurs Ay ay ay los banditos
ce sont de vrais fripons Sur leur ceinture : a gauche un colt, a droite leur quatre-heure Fuyardez tous, ce sont de troubles fauteurs Ay ay ay los banditos
I was a highwayman, along the coach roads I did ride Sword and pistol by my side Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade Many a soldier shed his
Well the stage was set, the sun was sinkin' low down? As they came to town to face another showdown? The lawmen cleared the people from the street All
They were duelin', Doolin-Dalton High or low, it was the same Easy money and faithless women Red-eye whiskey for the pain Go down, Bill Dalton, it must
He was a poor boy, raised in a small family He kinda had a craving for somethin' no one else could see They say that he was crazy, the kind that no lady
Ya One, two, three Two, two, three Seems like a dream now, it was so long ago The moon burned so bright and the time went so slow And I swore that I
I am an Outlaw, I was born an Outlaw's son The highway is my legacy On the highway I will run In one hand I've a Bible In the other I've got a gun Well
Twenty-one and strong as I can be I know what freedom means to me And I can't give the reason why I should ever want to die Got no cause to be afraid
Once I was young and so unsure I'd try any ill to find a cure An old man told me Tried to scold me 'Whoa, son, don't wade to deep in Bitter Creek' (Bitter
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? You been out ridin' fences for so long now Oh, you're a hard one but I know that you got your reasons These
Oh, my, don't the sky look spacious With the stars all shinin' down Well, I can hear the night wind howlin' It's a high and lonesome sound And I ain'
Squed up, squed up, fuck that nigga at the do' Squed up, squed up, fuck that nigga at the back Squed up, squed up, fuck y'all Listen Now when we slide
Act like they did something Ain't never did shit for me [Lloyd:] Make way for the rookie of the year Bout duck-duck-goose off Pimp Juice and Belvedere
, reason to try To win something Gotta fight Last pener, last pener around I was nut, zero not a hero Bandit like no one around Breakin' every fuckin' rule Backyard bandit
So just how far down do you want to go And we can talk it out over a cup of Joe And you can look deep into my eyes Like I was a super-model Well it's
There is a man with no face and a name I don?t remember Always in the house in the middle of the woods and he said once ?Son don?t you laugh out loud
[ Kris Kristofferson ] She knew the moment their eyes came together they'd never need to explain He was a bandit behind his behavior she was precisely
