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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Celtic Thunder
Celtic Thunder
Performer
Phil Coulter
Phil Coulter
Music Director
Brendan Monaghan
Brendan Monaghan
Whistle
Dave Cooke
Dave Cooke
Keyboards
Neil Byrne
Neil Byrne
Guitar
Nigel Wheatley
Nigel Wheatley
Bass Guitar
Rory McCarron
Rory McCarron
Drums
Audrey Bridgeman
Audrey Bridgeman
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Don Henley
Don Henley
Songwriter
Glenn Frey
Glenn Frey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sharon Browne
Sharon Browne
Producer
Michael Keeney
Michael Keeney
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? You been out ridin' fences for so long now Oh, you're a hard one And I know that you've got your reasons These things that are pleasin' you Hurt you somehow Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy She'll beat you if she's able You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet Now it seems to me, that some fine things Have been laid upon your table But you only want the ones that you can't get Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home And freedom, oh freedom, that's just some people talkin' Your prison is walking through this world all alone Don't your feet get cold in the winter time? The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine It's hard to tell the night time from the day Well you're losin' all your highs and lows Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away? Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? Come down from your fences, open the gate It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you You better let somebody love you, You better let somebody love you, before it's too late It's too late
Writer(s): Glenn Lewis Frey, Don Henley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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