Letras
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 forevermore
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
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
Vamonos, mi bandido, it's time we went home"