There is a place I know

Way down in Mexico

High in the old Sierra Madres

Where many an outlaw banned

From across the Rio Grande

Can find a haven, a holdout, a hide away

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But danger waits for those who stray

Upon this secret hide away

And death will surely welcome anyone within the law

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But if a man must run

From any lawman’s gun

He’ll find compadres in the old Sierra Madres

Deep in the dark of night

Beside the campfire’s light

They weave the tales of the lives of the bandits

Of jewels rare and old

Old coaches filled with gold

Hold ups pulled off liked they planned it

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There is a place I know

Way down in Mexico

High in the old Sierra Madres

Where many an outlaw banned

From across the Rio Grande

Can find a haven, a holdout, a hide away

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