A Gringo Like Me Songtext

von Enio Morricone

Keep your hand on your gun.
Don't you trust anyone.
There's just one kind of man that you can trust,
That's a dead man, or A Gringo Like Me.

Be the first one to fire.
Every man is a liar.
There's just one kind of man who tells the truth,
That's a dead man, or A Gringo Like Me.

Don't be a fool for a smile or a kiss,
Or your bullet might miss.
Keep your eye on your goal.

There's just one rule that can save you your life,
That's a hand on your knife, and a devil in your soul.

Keep your hand on your gun.
Don't you trust anyone.
There's just one kind of man that you can trust,
That's a dead man, or A Gringo Like Me.

Keep your hand on your gun.
Don't you trust anyone.
There's just one kind of man that you can trust,
That's a dead man, or A Gringo Like Me,
Or A Gringo Like Me,
Or A Gringo Like Me,
Like me.