Pistolero - Roy Orbison, Chuck Turner

Pistolero Pistolero, where do you ride?

Pistolero Pistolero, you ride alone tonight

One of brothers five one day vowed to try to make his way

Joined the cattle drive to Mexico, threw in with some bandidos

Here he learned the lingo, killed the man they call him Pistolero

Five thousand pesos they put on your head

Five thousand pesos to get you alive or dead

Ride on ride hard in vaquero, fast as you can to her side

Ah, but por mucho dinero, el noveno por nada have died

Pistolero Pistolero, where do you roam?

Pistolero Pistolero, on your way home

Everytime a candle burns, waiting there for your return

The candle is out Pistolero, I see the cabin down below

Pistolero let her go, tonight you’re mine Pistolero

Five thousand pesos they put on your head

Five thousand pesos to get you alive or dead

Ah Pistolero look around you, your son has set in the sky

Oh Pistolero I found you, kiss Maria tell Maria goodbye

Pistolero Pistolero, lay your head down

Pistolero Pistolero, six feet underground