At Vance

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses;
You been out riding' fences for so long now.
Oh, you're a hard one
I know that you got your reasons
These things that are pleasing' 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.
Now, it seems to me some fine things
Have been laid upon your table,
but you only want the ones that you can't get.
Desperado, oh, you ain't getting' no younger;