Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Don Henley
Don Henley
Drums
Glenn Frey
Glenn Frey
Vocals
Bernie Leadon
Bernie Leadon
Electric Guitar
Randy Meisner
Randy Meisner
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Don Henley
Don Henley
Songwriter
Glenn Frey
Glenn Frey
Songwriter
Jim Ed Norman
Jim Ed Norman
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Howard Kilgour
Howard Kilgour
Assistant Engineer
Glyn Johns
Glyn Johns
Producer

Testi

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses? You've been out ridin' fences for so long now Oh, you're a hard one But I know that you got your reasons These things that are pleasin' you Can 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 And it seems to me 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, well, that's just some people talkin' Your prison is walkin' 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 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 (Let somebody love you) You better let somebody love you Before it's too late
Writer(s): Glenn Lewis Frey, Donald Hugh Henley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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