She said she loved him, driving him crazy He went off his head about a Mexican girl She's called Lucia, sweet signorita Every night they went on the loose But then her old man was crying, You're no companion at all 'cause you're a highwayman And you're are good for nothing. El bandolero, looks like a broken hero Oh, he never lost the day, or ever shed a tear El bandolero left with a broken heart Full of deep-rooted smart. He's on his way again. I saw him riding, no use in hiding He laid down his hand on my back and he said: Hello Lucia, sweet signorita. I went on a tour with this mystery man But deep down inside I was crying I knew about the price on his head For holding up a train, So I came down a peg or two. El bandolero, looks like a broken hero Oh, he never lost the day, or ever shed a tear El bandolero left with a broken heart Full of deep-rooted smart. He's on his way again. El bandolero, looks like a broken hero Oh, he never lost the day, or ever shed a tear El bandolero left with a broken heart Full of deep-rooted smart. He's on his way again.