#100 Title: Desperado Subtitle: Don Henly/Glen Frey [D7] [D] [G] [G7]

^G7Desperado why don't you c^Come to your s^Cmenses' You've been o^Gut riding f^Em7ences for ^A7so long n^D7ow. Oh, you're a h^Gard one^G7, but I know that yo^Cu've got your reas^Cmons, These th^Gings that a^Bre pl^Em7easin' you can h^A7urt you so^D7meh^Gow. ^D ^F#

Don't you d^Emraw the Queen of Di^Bm7amonds, boy, She'll b^Ceat you if she's a^Gble, You know the Qu^Em7een of Hearts is al^Cways your best ^Gbet.^B7 Well it s^Emeems to me some f^Bm7ine things Have been l^Caid upon your t^Gable, But you o^Emnly want the o^A7nes that you can't ^Am7get.

Desperado, you know you ain't getting younger, Your pain and your hunger, they're driving you home. And freedom, freedom, well that's just some people talking, Your prison is walking through this world all alone. Don't your feet get cold in the wintertime, The sky won't snow and the sun won't shine, It's hard to tell the nighttime from the day. You're losing all your highs and lows, Ain't it funny how the feeling goes away. Desperado, why don't you come to your senses, Come down from your fences, open the gate. It may be raining, but there's a rainbow above you, You better let somebody love you,

You better l^Get some^G7body l^Emove you,^C ^G ^Am You better l^Get some^B7body l^Emove you, Be[Am7]fore it's too late.[G] [G7] [C] [Cm] [G]

# # Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives # by Steve Putz <putz@parc.xerox.com> # 7 September 1992

Don Henley - Desperado