Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars.
Can't see nothin' in front of me
Can't see nothin' coming up behind
I make my way through this darkness
Oh the sun beats down and melts the tar up on the roof
And your shoes get so hot you wish your tired feet were fire-proof
Under the boardwalk down by the sea
Gold coast slave ship bound for cotton fields
Sold in a market down in New Orleans
Scarred old slaver know he doin' alright
When I said, I needed you,
You said you would always stay.
It wasn't me who changed, but you.
Looking out at the road rushing under my wheels
Looking back at the years gone by like so many summer fields
In sixty-five I was seventeen and running up one-o-one
Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Ooh, they're red, white, and blue
And when the band plays "Hail to the Chief"
They point the cannon right at you
Well, he walked up to me and he asked me if I wanted to dance.
He looked kinda nice and so I said I might take a chance.
When he danced he held me tight
and when he walked me home that night
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses
You've been out ridin' fences,
for so long - now.
Ohh you're a hard one.
When I became of age,
My mother called me to her side.
She said, "Son your growing up now,"
Pretty soon you'll take a bride."