The sun beats down on Rio Seco, a sleepy border town Where the dust and desperation never let you down Two men stand in the main street, where the buzzards circle high One is "Silas" Blackwood, with a cold and steady eye The other's "JoaquΓn" Vargas, with a fire in his soul And a story 'bout to end that nobody can control. For they both love one woman, a flower in this dust Her name is "Elena," born of passion, born of lust And she's watchin' from the saloon window, a tear upon her face Caught between two devils in this godforsaken place! One hand on the holster, one hand on the heart! This is where the loving ends and the killing's gonna start! She trembles in the window, (Β‘Ay, mi amor!) One will walk away tonight, and one will be no more! This ain't about the money, this ain't about the pride It's dust, and heart, and steel, where two worlds will collide! Silas, he's a gringo, with a fortune and a name Bought half this town with silver, plays a cold and calculated game JoaquΓn's got nothin', but a quick hand and a smile He promised her the moon and stars, just for a little while She loves them both, God help her, for their darkness and their light But the desert demands a choice, beneath the pale moonlight. She whispers both their names now, a prayer upon the breeze (Please, no...) But the final answer's written on the trigger's deadly ease! One hand on the holster, one hand on the heart! This is where the loving ends and the killing's gonna start! She trembles in the window, (Β‘Ay, mi amor!) One will walk away tonight, and one will be no more! This ain't about the money, this ain't about the pride It's dust, and heart, and steel, where two worlds will collide! She closes her eyes... she cannot bear to see... The price of her own beauty, for all eternity. One love will turn to memory, the other to a ghost... The one who wins her... is the one she'll fear the most. One hand on the holster, one hand on the heart! This is where the loving ends and the killing's gonna start! She trembles in the window, Β‘Ay, mi amor!] One will walk away tonight, and one will be no more! This ain't about the money, this ain't about the pride It's dust, and heart, and steel, where two worlds will collide! JoaquΓn...
