Bandolero کے بول

She said she loved him, driving him crazy He went off his head 'bout a Mexican girl She's called Lucia, sweet signorita Every night they went on the loose But then her old man was crying, you're no companion at all 'Cause you're a highwayman and you're good for nothing El bandolero, looks like a broken hero Oh, he never lost the day, or ever shed a tear El bandolero, left with a broken heart Full of deep-rooted smart. He's on his way again I saw him riding, no use in hiding He laid down his hand on my back and he said: "Hello Lucia, sweet signorita" I went on a tour with this mystery man But deep down inside I was crying I knew about the price on his head For holding up a train, so I came down a peg or two El bandolero, looks like a broken hero Oh, he never lost the day, or ever shed a tear El bandolero, left with a broken heart Full of deep-rooted smart. He's on his way again El bandolero, looks like a broken hero Oh, he never lost the day, or ever shed a tear El bandolero, left with a broken heart Full of deep-rooted smart. He's on his way again.