Desperado (Eagles)                                      funny how the   feeling goes a- way.            
                                                                                                        
(starts on 'B')                                                                                         
                                                        Desper- ado,    why don't you   come to         
Desper- ado,      why don't you   come                your s- enses, Come   down from your fe-          
to your s- enses? You've been   out riding            nces,    open the ga- te. It may be               
fe- nces for   so long no- w.  Oh, you're             raining,      but there's a   rainbow             
a   hard one,      but I know that                    above you,      You better   let somebody         
you've got your re- asons, These   things             lo- ve you, (- let somebody lo- ve                
that are ple- asin' you can   hurt you some-          you) You better   let somebody lo- ve you,        
how.                                                                                                    
                                                      (freely) Before it's too   late.                  
Don't you   draw the Queen of   Diamonds, boy,                                                          
She'll   beat you if she's a- ble, You know                                                             
the   Queen of Hearts is   always your best                                                             
bet.       Well it   seems to me some                                                                   
f- ine things Have been   laid upon your                                                                
table, But you   only want the   ones that you                                                          
can't   get.                                                                                            
                                                                                                        
  Desper- ado,      oh you ain't                                                                        
gettin' no younger,      Your   pain and                                                                
your hun- ger, they're   driving you home.                                                              
    And   freedom, oh   freedom, well                                                                   
that's just   some people talking,                                                                      
 Your   prison is wal- king through this                                                                
world all a   lone.                                                                                     
                                                                                                        
Don't your   feet get cold in the                                                                       
wintertime, The   sky won't snow and the   sun                                                          
won't shine, It's   hard to tell the                                                                    
nighttime from the   day.       You're                                                                  
  losing all your   highs and lows, Ain't it