A few dollars more, they'll hang me high.
But still my spirit, will survive.
There's money over there, but not for long.
Soon my worries, will be gone.
Rancheros
Clint!
Rancheros
Eastwood!
Rancheros
Clint!
Rancheros
Rancheros
Clint!
Rancheros
Eastwood!
Rancheros
Clint!
Rancheros
And there's a bullet with my name on it.
Time's a coming, when a new breed say,
"Welcome tomorrow, instead of yesterday".
My time's a coming when those despised,
Take shelters from the power of my Kiowa eyes.
Rancheros
Clint!
Rancheros
Eastwood!
Rancheros
Clint!
Rancheros
Rancheros
Clint!
Rancheros
Eastwood!
Rancheros
Clint!
Rancheros
And there's a bullet with my name on it.
Oi, oi, oi
Adam Ant & Marco Pirroni