I still remember the piano
playing the same old melodies
the late-night crowd
was wild and loud
but then a shot
outside the bar-room.
And then i saw you for the first time
the way you stepped out of the dark
up to the bar
said, "here we are...
whiskey for me,
for you tequila"
The devil send you to lorado
because he knew that i was there
a man with such a face
in such a lonesome place
can only be a desperado
The devil send you to lorado
because he knew that i was there
and when i heard you'd stay
i felt right away
you'd shake my life
like a tornado
I still remember the piano
playing a different melody
you won at cards
you won at darts
left all the men without a dollar
And now you gotta leave lorado
they want you out of here by noon
oh, i can tell
i'm in a spell
so here we go to amarillo...