If you were in my western flick Over Reata we'd ride Oh, we'd strike it rich like Bick Benedict Never repent on a dime Through oil fields of West Texas Just beyond the Marfa lights We'd walk the red earth Sense a new birth Beneath the blazing sky Oh!, yeah I'm richin' Oh! yeah, I'm rich for my well has come in, yeah Be my shelter from the storm And I'll taste your sweet lips of wine Hold me close beneath the stars At your table I will dine Vaya con Dios pistolero Oh, love's just the luck of the draw Viva vaquero! Arriba tu alma Just like Peckinpah Oh!, yeah I'm richin' Oh yeah I'm rich, boy Oh! yeah, I'm rich for my well has come in, yeah You've got that gritty streak of ol' Jett Rink You light the fire in my eyes You've got that roguish charm that makes me weak You're my wildcatter in disguise