Bandits of Love

On the run, shoot their guns Rob a bodega, split a chelada Call it crime, get what you can take Call it love, a bond that doesn't break Boys against everyone, don't need no Lydia Got iron on their hips, dust on their lips Holsters and studs, leather gloves Let the record show Pancho and Lefty were in love Bandits of love Bandits of love Bandits of love On a roll, in Mexico He'd trade it all to have him back to hold One lover died alone One lover's left to roam Now's the time lefty take the bread Cross the borderline Pancho's dead Save a prayer for a lonely ghost Crying to the wind mi vida te amo Bandits of love Bandits of love Bandits of love