Carmen must have been the Devils daughter. At least he taught her how to wear her clothes. And the boys folled her to the slaughter. Where they fell like a row of dominoes.
I'm ridin through the middle of some god forsaken town. Dark figures from the shadows, theyre tryin to cut me down. Some hero of the hour needs a rival of some kind.
Down by the banks of the Guadalupe. On a summer's evening and a haloed moon. Wide-eyed as nightowls, naked as a dream. We washed our love in the rippling waters of a rambling stream..
Once followed by the wind. Once led astray by strangers from the shadows. Magnetized by teardrops fallin from clear blue eyes. Once forgotten by my friends.
You got drunk last night... you swear you saw the devil. But don't you know firewater seeks its own level. . Life is a cyclone... death is but a breeze.
I'm ridin through the middle of some god forsaken town. Dark figures from the shadows, theyre tryin to cut me down. Some hero of the hour needs a rival of some kind.