The Sons Of The Pioneers — Margretta

[Chorus 1] 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 [Verse 1] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Verse 3] 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 [Chorus] 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