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letra de margretta - the sons of the pioneers

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more men will die for but one of her kisses
than ever will die in the thieving of gold
not once has she cried for those who died
hoping the charms of margretta someday
they would hold

stranger, your eyes are filled with a longing
as margretta dances and glances your way
her lips are smiling, she knows they’re tempting
take care they don’t tempt you straight into a grave
your eyes grow hard at the things i am saying
believe me i’m telling you for your own good

she’s satan’s sister, but looks like an angel
the others before you never quite understood

more men will die for but one of her kisses
than ever will die in the thieving of gold
not once has she cried for those who died
hoping the charms of margretta someday
they would hold

tender her eyes, as she looks upon you
they’re saying she’s chosen just you from the rest
see how she taunts you, and soon you’ll grow daring
not caring who’s gun-hand you put to the test
weaving a spell, as towards you she’s swaying
get away from her now, or be worse than a slave

her heart is like ice, you lose if you win her
your life is the forfeit, if you’re whiskey brave

at this very table, in this same cantina
a gunman was seated one night long ago
margretta saw him, and carelessly kissed him
from that moment on, he lost even his soul
she knows he’s jealous, and always torments him
she’s doing it now, so the story must end

if you haven’t guessed it, i’m the tormented
and it’s me you’ll be facing. and it’s your move, my friend

more men will die for but one of her kisses
than ever will die in the thieving of gold
not once has she cried for those who died
hoping the charms of margretta someday
they would hold

- the sons of the pioneers

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