| She said she loved him, driving him crazy
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| He went off his head 'bout a Mexican girl
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| She’s called Lucia, sweet signorita
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| Every night they went on the loose
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| But then her old man was crying, you’re no companion at all
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| 'Cause you’re a highwayman and you’re good for nothing
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| El bandolero, looks like a broken hero
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| Oh, he never lost the day, or ever shed a tear
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| El bandolero, left with a broken heart
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| Full of deep-rooted smart. |
| He’s on his way again
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| I saw him riding, no use in hiding
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| He laid down his hand on my back and he said:
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| «Hello Lucia, sweet signorita»
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| I went on a tour with this mystery man
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| But deep down inside I was crying
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| I knew about the price on his head
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| For holding up a train, so I came down a peg or two
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| El bandolero, looks like a broken hero
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| Oh, he never lost the day, or ever shed a tear
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| El bandolero, left with a broken heart
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| Full of deep-rooted smart. |
| He’s on his way again
|
| El bandolero, looks like a broken hero
|
| Oh, he never lost the day, or ever shed a tear
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| El bandolero, left with a broken heart
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| Full of deep-rooted smart. |
| He’s on his way again |