Compadres in the Old Sierra Madre
There is a place I know, way down in Mexico
High in the old Sierra Madre
Where many an outlaw band from across the Rio Grande
Have found a haven, a holdout, a hideaway

But danger rides with those who stray upon this secret hideaway
Where death is sure to welcome anyone within the law
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, of coaches filled with gold
Holdups pulled off like they planned it

But danger rides with those who stray upon this secret hideaway
Where death is sure to welcome anyone within the law
But if a man must run, from any lawman's gun
He'll find compadres in the old Sierra Madres

[Guitar Solo]
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, of coaches filled with gold
Holdups pulled off just like they planned it

But danger rides with those who stray upon their secret hideaway
Where death is sure to welcome anyone within the law
But if a man must run from any lawman's gun
He'll find compadres in the old Sierra Madres

[Violin/Guitar Solo]

There is a place I know, way down in Mexico
High in the old Sierra Madres
Where many an outlaw band from across the Rio Grande
Have found a haven, a holdout, a hideaway

But danger rides with those who stray upon their secret hideaway
Where death is sure to welcome anyone within the law
But if a man must run from any lawman's gun
He'll find compadres in the old Sierra Madres

But if a man must run from any lawman's gun
He'll find compadres in the old Sierra Madres