Vasquez

Let me tell you about faces I see
The stately the rugged
Over and over
Under dirt and sun umbrellas
Their eyes in the gun
Some puppy eyes
Some fierce lady eyes
Some warm gentleman eyes
But some eyes that can't look into mine

"Bandido" they call me
No one knows the story
I hate an imperious glance in the gold country

I'm writing her a love song
How we fall into a dream
In the rocks our rocks
But they found me there
Chased after me
I crawled away quickly
Wasn't sure if I was lost
Or if I was running away again
Up what you now call the 14
I was a runner up the 14
Their mouthy move to say
They wanna be the good guys
They wanna be triumphant
They put me to sleep on diagonal rocks
So no one tells the story
Bandido in the gold country
they call me
I hate an imperious glance in the gold country
Bandido
in the gold country
in the gold country