Cantina from DEEP HEAT by Rockafella

BEATEN LOW BY THE DUST
WITH THE WIND IN HIS TEETH
PANCHO DRAGGED HIMSELF INTO TOWN
STRAIGHT TO THE SALOON
WHERE HIS WOMAN TENDS HIS NEEDS
LOVIN’ ARMS COULDN’T COME TOO SOON
RED DRESSED AND BUXOM BREAST
THEY CAUGHT EYES
BUT THERE WAS SOMETHING IN HER LOOK
HIGH NOON COULDN’T COME TOO SOON

OH IT’S GONNA GET LONESOME
IT’S GONNA GET COLD
PANCHO’S NUMBER IS COMIN’
THERE’S NO POT OF GOLD
DEAD MAN’S HAND AND A STORY TOLD
SHE HAD A GUN LOADED WITH LIES

RIDING BY ON SADDLE HIGH
SHE CAME FOR REVENGE
PANCHO’S SINS AND THE NEVER BEEN
HIS DESTINY WAS TO DIE
FROM THE LAND, FROM A WOMAN’S HAND
HE TOOK TOO MUCH OF THE DEVIL’S CUT
IT WAS TIME FOR PANCHO TO DIE

OH THE GUNS ARE BLAZING
THE GUNS ARE HIGH
PANCHO TOOK SIX BULLETS
OH YEAH RIGHT IN THE GUTS
THE GRIM REAPER’S COMIN’
TO PANCHO’S GHOSTLY GRAVE
SHE PUT THE GUN BACK IN THAT HOLSTER
WITH THE SMOKE OF PANCHO’S NAME

HIGH NOON COULDN’T COME TOO SOON
IT WAS PANCHO’S TIME
HIGH NOON COULDN’T COME TOO SOON
PANCHO HAD TO DIE
WHEN THE SUN COMES UP
AND THE MOON ALIGHTS
IT WAS TIME FOR PANCHO TO DIE

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