Standard (EADGBE)
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.
Well 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, 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.