AmI live out yonder where the snakes Gand scorpions run
Amgot myself a little goldmine Gto bank on
Dmone day my heart sank when I saw MAmadame in town
I Amknew her Glove wouFld be the death of miAmne
L'amour passé, l'amour obète.
Pourquoi perdre sa vie à chercher l'or d'un coeur?
Je ne me noierai pas dans ce désert mystique.
Je ferme mes comptes et je repars.
CHORUS
GDo me a favor while I'm hanging here
AmTake this gold and go and hide
Amne gigote pas chéri sur ta coGrde penAmdue
don't worAmry I'lGl beF free in no tiAmme.
INSTRUMENTAL
AmShe promised me she would be therGe when I'd return
Amshe didn't say she'd have a army thGere as well
Dmshe whispered, "J'taime Baby," as she fired thatAm gun at me.
AmmaisG jeF n'ai plus de temps Am
CHORUS
GI should've stayed way out yonder
Ambetter off with the scorpi-ons and snakes
AmEvery act which has no heart will be found out iGn the end Am
Yes AmI'm Ga lFittle lAmate this time,
cause her loAmve woGuldF be the death of Mimmine,
mine, all miAmne