Can that be the great El Tigre sitting there
That gray haired old man on the bench in the village square
Could he be that famous bandit of days gone by
Can he be the fierce El Tigre or did the real El Tigre die

He'll be remembered forever more
By the rich that he stole from and the poor he stole for

He once met a senorita on a raid
Sweet little Juanita who smiled up at him unafraid
And eyes hard as steel softened up at the sight that they saw
And love found a heart no bullet had been able to find before

Though he was a bandido with a price on his head
Te amo querida take me with you she said

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Can that be the great El Tigre sitting there
That old man asleep on the bench in the village square
And as he dreams a sweet old senora appears
And then as she gently wakes him she whispers into his ear

Querida mia the time it has flown
Vamanos mi bandido it's time we went home