Funky Desperado

They say that I'm a funky desperado
With twelve strings and a gun
I've made a couple of loves in this town
But I'll be gone with the sun

They say that I'm the only one
To keep the bad guys in line
And this border town clean
They tell me that I come off suave and cunning
All be it ruthless and mean

And if the wind blows south I'll go south
Where the road takes me I'll roll
Me and my horse and my gun
my guitar, my bag and my bowl
Long ago I removed my sombrero
And gave it to some kid in El Paso
I prefer to use a stick of dynamite
As opposed to my lasso

The senoritas they love to rode my pony
If you catch my drift
Some cheetah's like to think that they might match me
Some of these mad funky ass riffs

And if the wind blows south I'll go south
Where the road takes me I'll roll
Me and my horse and my gun
my guitar, my bag and my bowl

Stop.

They say that I'm a funky desperado
With twelve strings and a gun
I made a couple of loves in this town
But I'll be gone with the sun

And if the wind blows south I'll go south
Where the road takes me I'll roll
Me and my horse and my gun
my guitar, my bag and my bowl