I live out yonder where the snakes and scorpions run
got myself a little goldmine to bank on
one day my heart sank when I saw Madame in town
I knew her love would be the death of mine

L'amour passé, l'amour obete.
Pourquoi perdre sa vie a chercher l'or d'un coeur?
Je ne me noierai pas dans ce désert mystique.
Je ferme mes comptes et je repars.

Do me a favor while I'm hanging here
Take this gold and go and hide
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 army there as well
she whispered, "J'taime Baby," as she fired that gun at me.
mais je n'ai plus de temps

I should've stayed way out yonder
better off with the scorpi-ons and snakes
Every act which has no heart will be found out in the end

Yes I'm a little late this time,
Am G F Mim
cause her love would be the death of mine,
mine, all mine