Hey, babe, I must be God's favourite I'm riding all alone Can't you bring light over me Oh, I, I have a hunted soul, baby And I can't let the devil go Then I'd die on my own Now it's been two days, and it's been so long Since I saw you standing there with your gun And I can nearly remember when you looked up to me And said, "Jack, it's all over now" I'm riding on my horse in a thirsty cell What can I do when I don't even know Which way I should go, well, honey the Desert Inn Well, it's a mighty long way to go God's favourite bandit Well, it's a mighty long way to go to the Desert Inn Dusty bones all around me now I'm under the spell of the desert moon And if I close my eyes now I can see through your skin Yeah, I saw a saloon in the pourin' rain I drink a river now, but my river's run dry What can I do But die holding my hand Well, it's a mighty long way to go God's favourite bandit Well, it's a mighty long way to go to the Desert Inn Well, it's a mighty long way to go God's favourite bandit Well, it's a mighty long way to go to the Desert Inn Oh, baby, I must be God's favourite But the devil took my hand And somebody else took my place Oh, I, I had a hunted soul, baby Fifteen years of gunfighting, baby But now I can't shoot anymore Hey, baby, won't you step outside You can't take my god damn pride Fifteen years I've pulled the trigger But now I can't shoot anymore Well, it's a mighty long way to go God's favourite bandit Well, it's a mighty long way to go to the Desert Inn Well, it's a mighty long way to go God's favourite bandit Well, it's a mighty long way to go to the Desert Inn Well, it's a mighty long way to go God's favourite bandit Well, it's a mighty long way to go to the Desert Inn
Compositores: Niklas Roger Borg, Andreas Tyrone Svensson ECAD: Obra #2796280