Don Henley

^{D7 D G G7
G7} Desperado why don't you c ^C ome to your s ^Cm enses?
You've been o ^G ut riding f ^Em7 ences for ^A7 so long n ^D7 ow.
Oh, you're a h ^G ard one ^G7 , but I know that yo ^C u've got your reas ^Cm ons,
These th ^G ings that a ^B re pl ^Em7 easin' you can h ^A7 urt you so ^D7 meh ^G ow. ^{D F#}
Don't you d ^Em raw the Queen of Di ^Bm7 amonds, boy,
She'll b ^C eat you if she's a ^G ble,
You know the Qu ^Em7 een of Hearts is al ^C ways your best ^G bet. ^B7
Well it s ^Em eems to me some f ^Bm7 ine things
Have been l ^C aid upon your t ^G able,
But you o ^Em nly want the o ^A7 nes that you can't ^Am7 get.
Desperado, you know you ain't getting younger,
Your pain and your hunger, they're driving you home.
And freedom, freedom, well that's just some people talking,
Your prison is walking through this world all alone.
Don't your feet get cold in the wintertime,
The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine,
It's hard to tell the nighttime from the day.
You're losing all your highs and lows,
Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away.
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses,
Come down from your fences, open the gate.
It may be raining, but there's a rainbow above you,
You better let somebody love you,
You better l ^G et some ^G7 body l ^Em ove you, ^{C G Am}
You better l ^G et some ^B7 body l ^Em ove you,
Be ^Am7 fore it's too late. ^{G G7 C Cm G}