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 their secret hideaway (one beat apiece) 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 Madre Deep in the dark of night, beside the campfire's light, They weave the tales of the lies, 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 their secret hideaway (one beat apiece) 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 Madre Instrumental Deep in the dark of night, beside the campfire's light, They weave the tales of the lies, 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 their secret hideaway (one beat apiece) 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 Madre Instrumental: 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 their secret hideaway (one beat apiece) 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 Madre But if a man must run from any lawman's gun Am (Slowly!) He'll find compadres in the old Sierra Madre