Down through the ages men have died for the women. And they've done so, so many times. Each time I loved one, I've always lost one. Seems like the right one is so hard to find.
I came here because I knew I'd be welcome. And because somehow you always understand. You seem to have a way with lonely people. And you always were my greatest helping hand.
There'll always be a few of us. To keep the barrooms busy. And there'll always be fools like me. With no place else to turn. . 'Cause liquor has the charmin' taste.
I've always been the kinda guy that didn't love a lot. I took all the love they offered me with ease. And it didn't make much difference if they loved me or not.
Down through the ages men have died for their women. And they've done so so many times. But each time I loved one I always lost one. And I guess the right one is so hard to fine.
We left out of Tucson with no destination in mind. We were runnin' from trouble and the jail-term the Judge had in mind. And the border meant freedom, a new life and romance.