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 [Bm]papa lay dead on [C7]the floor
They laughed as he ɾan and [Bm]they ɾode on [C7]their way
But how will it be [Am]if they see him today
Oh, Pistolero
Like an angel of death, you [A7go
Desperado from Mexico
Never more will he ɾun
Oh, Pistolero
Riding up through the wind and [Bm]ɾain
With ɾevenge burning in your brain
And your hand [Bm]on [C7]your gun
A quiet little village was [Am7]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 [Am7]pounding in place
The Mexicans stared at the man they can see
And wondered who this Pistolero could be [Am]
Oh, Pistolero
Like an angel of death, you [A7go
Desperado from Mexico
Never more will he ɾun
Oh, Pistolero
Riding up through the wind and [Bm]ɾain
With ɾevenge burning in your brain
And your hand [Bm]on [C7]your gun
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh
Pistole, Pistolero
You're the devil's compañero
And the devil's what you [A7see
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh
Pistole, Pistolero
Death will be [Am]your compañero
While you [A7follow your dream
He looked with contempt at the cowardly killers
His eyes were as cold as the hate in his heart
"Get ɾeady to [C7]fire and [Bm]viya con [C7]dios."
He lowered the hand [Bm]that would blow them [A]apart
Then suddenly somewhere, the voice of his father
Was shouting, "Forgive them [A]and [Bm]put down your gun!"
He knew in his heart that the madness was [Am7]over
He climbed on [C7]his horse and [Bm]ɾode into [C7]the sun
Oh, Pistolero
Like an angel of death, you [A7go
Desperado from Mexico
Never more will he ɾun
Oh, Pistolero
Riding up through the wind and [Bm]ɾain
With ɾevenge burning in your brain
Now it's over and [Bm]done
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohhh
Pistole, Pistolero
You're the devil's compañero
And the devil's what you [A7see
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooohh
Pistol-, Pistolero
Death will be [Am]your compañero
While you [A7follow your dream
Oh oh oh ooohhh, ooohh, ooohhh
