Pistolero

Dschinghis Khan

The boy was asleep in his parents' cabana 
He woke to the thunder of guns in the night 
And there in the dark he saw three Mexicanos 
His father was shouting, "Boy run for your life!" 
He prayed and he wept at the sight that he saw 
His mama and papa lay dead on the floor 
They laughed as he ran and they rode on their way 
But how will it be if they see him today 

Oh, Pistolero 
Like an angel of death, you go 
Desperado from Mexico 
Never more will he run 
Oh, Pistolero 
Riding up through the wind and rain 
With revenge burning in your brain 
And your hand on your gun 

A quiet little village was just south of Reno 
Where someone had told him he might find the men 
And there in the stairway, they're guzzling the vino 
The three Mexicanos were laughing again 
He pushed his sombrero away from his face 
His cool cigarillo was pounding in place 
The Mexicans stared at the man they can see 
And wondered who this Pistolero could be 

Oh, Pistolero 
Like an angel of death, you go 
Desperado from Mexico 
Never more will he run 
Oh, Pistolero 
Riding up through the wind and rain 
With revenge burning in your brain 
And your hand on your gun 

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh
Pistole, Pistolero
You're the devil's compañero 
And the devil's what you see 
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh
Pistole, Pistolero
Death will be your compañero 
While you follow your dream 

He looked with contempt at the cowardly killers 
His eyes were as cold as the hate in his heart 
"Get ready to fire and viya con dios." 
He lowered the hand that would blow them apart 
Then suddenly somewhere, the voice of his father 
Was shouting, "Forgive them and put down your gun!" 
He knew in his heart that the madness was over 
He climbed on his horse and rode into the sun 

Oh, Pistolero 
Like an angel of death, you go 
Desperado from Mexico 
Never more will he run 
Oh, Pistolero 
Riding up through the wind and rain 
With revenge burning in your brain 
Now it's over and done 

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh
Pistole, Pistolero
You're the devil's compañero 
And the devil's what you see 
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohh
Pistol-, Pistolero
Death will be your compañero 
While you follow your dream 
Oh oh oh ooohhh, ooohh, ooohhh