"Rosalita And Jack Campbell" lyrics
In the barroom in Belfast, into his pint glass
Jack Campbell he sang as last orders were called
The barstool was his mustang, he swayed as his wife sang
Of the gunfire that rang around the O.K. Corral
Her name was Anita, he called her Rosalita
When the beer and the whiskey, it went to his head
To him she'd whisper, "Let's take a wee daunder
To where we'll be cosy in our little homestead"
When the sun goes behind the black mountain
Street demons come out to dance
And cowboys sing about gunfights and Indians
Against submachine guns they hadn't a chance
As homeward they rambled, Rosalita and Jack Campbell
Called into their local fastfood takeaway
As they danced 'round the chippy, singing, "Yippy-aye-yippy"
The croud in the queue answered, "Yippy-aye-ay"
Till a car came cruisin' seeking a victim
Jack turned in confusion when he saw the gun
His lost word was "Jesus", the trigger was squeezed
And the car it was gone
When the sun goes behind the black mountain
Street demons come out to dance
And cowboys sing about gunfights and Indians
Against submachine guns they hadn't a chance
The years passed over, behind her closed door
Anita she sank into prozac and gin
Her nights and her days, spent in a haze
Down that lonesome road thinking what might have been
Rosalita, the dark [?]
Still waiting to hear from Jack Campbell her man
He whispers to her, "Let's ride into the sunset
Heaven's only one step from the old Rio Grande"
When the sun goes behind the black mountain
Street demons come out to dance
And cowboys sing about gunfights and Indians
Against submachine guns they hadn't a chance
And way out beyond the black mountain
Rosalita and Jack Campbell dance
Where troubles and old songs are forgotten and gone
And dreamers still hold on to love and romance
Jack Campbell he sang as last orders were called
The barstool was his mustang, he swayed as his wife sang
Of the gunfire that rang around the O.K. Corral
Her name was Anita, he called her Rosalita
When the beer and the whiskey, it went to his head
To him she'd whisper, "Let's take a wee daunder
To where we'll be cosy in our little homestead"
When the sun goes behind the black mountain
Street demons come out to dance
And cowboys sing about gunfights and Indians
Against submachine guns they hadn't a chance
As homeward they rambled, Rosalita and Jack Campbell
Called into their local fastfood takeaway
As they danced 'round the chippy, singing, "Yippy-aye-yippy"
The croud in the queue answered, "Yippy-aye-ay"
Till a car came cruisin' seeking a victim
Jack turned in confusion when he saw the gun
His lost word was "Jesus", the trigger was squeezed
And the car it was gone
When the sun goes behind the black mountain
Street demons come out to dance
And cowboys sing about gunfights and Indians
Against submachine guns they hadn't a chance
The years passed over, behind her closed door
Anita she sank into prozac and gin
Her nights and her days, spent in a haze
Down that lonesome road thinking what might have been
Rosalita, the dark [?]
Still waiting to hear from Jack Campbell her man
He whispers to her, "Let's ride into the sunset
Heaven's only one step from the old Rio Grande"
When the sun goes behind the black mountain
Street demons come out to dance
And cowboys sing about gunfights and Indians
Against submachine guns they hadn't a chance
And way out beyond the black mountain
Rosalita and Jack Campbell dance
Where troubles and old songs are forgotten and gone
And dreamers still hold on to love and romance
