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.