I asked the old bandito What should I do to get her back She's been taken by a bad man His ways are wrong, his heart is black Should I try to make a rescue Or wait until he sets her free The old bandito looked in the distance Drank his tequila and said to me There are no roses without thorns Here in this desert where I was born Between pain and duty all men are torn There are no roses without thorns Then I asked the old bandito What if I win her back someday What should I do to try to keep her What should I do to make her stay Boy, please heed my answer For there can be but only one When you win her from your rival The struggle has just begun There are no roses without thorns Here in this desert where I was born Between pain and duty all men are torn There are no roses without thorns I fought for her and won her From my rival I set her free But every night it haunts me What the bandito said to me Boy, if you fight for her and you win her Just remember if you do You must try your best to hold her Without binding her to you There are no roses without thorns Here in this desert where I was born Between pain and duty all men are torn There are no roses without thorns No, no, no No, no, no No, no, no, no No, no, no No, no, no Roses without thorns No, no, no Roses without thorns