I live out yonder where the snakes and scorpions run
got myself a little goldmine to bank on
but one day my heart sank when I saw Madame in town
I knew her love would be the death of mine
( L'amouc passait, l'amour obsolète.
Pourquoi perdre sa vie à chercher l'or d'un coeur?
Je ne me noierai pas dans ce désert mystique.
Je ferme mes comptes et je repars.)
Love is passe and love is obsolete
some spend their whole lives searching for a heart of gold
I'm tired of treading water in this desert mystique
I'm cashing in my chips before I ride
Do me a favor while I'm hanging here
Take this gold and go and hide
Don't twist too hard darlin' on your hangin' rope
(ne gigote pas chéri sur ta corde pendue)
Don't worry I'll be free in no time.
She promised me she would be there when I'd return
she didn't say she'd have a whole army there as well
she whispered, "J'taime Baby," as she fired that gun at me.
It's getting late and I'm running out of time
I should've stayed way out yonder better off with the scorpions and snakes
Every act which has no heart will be found out in the end
I'm a little late this time, cause her love
would be the death of mine, mine, all mine
