Held up in a hotel room
Been out on this bottle of gin
With a woman I don't care to know
Seekin shelter from the howlin' wind
Seven weeks in the same saloon
Can't even tell you where I've been
The drinks are cold but my head is hot
Gotta get mine before I hit this trail
Im an outlaw I was shot down In the hills of Mexico

Got my hands on the loot I stole
Forty bags full of silver and gold
Peacemaker hangin' from my hip
And like my woman they're too hard to hold
The barkeeper thinks he's seen my face
Gunna sell me out to the law
So its back to back on a dusty street
Ten paces turn, face and draw
Im an Outlaw
Well I was shot down in the hills of Mexico
Well I was shot down in the hills of Mexico

Shake shake gotta shake real slow
Shake shake gotta shake real slow
Shake shake gotta shake real slow
Shake shake gotta shake gotta shake real slow Im a desperado
Well I was shot down in the hills of Mexico
Well I was shot down in the hills of Mexico
Well I was shot down in the hills of Mexico