Clint Black

Desperado
Why don't you come to your senses
Ben 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
But it seems to me some fine things have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones you can't get
Desperado
Oh, you ain't gettin' no younger
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home