Lyrics

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven All good children go to heaven This is a story of seven brothers We had the same father but different mothers We keep together like a family should Roaming the country for the common good It came to pass one faithful day We found ourselves down Mexico way The town, the mayor, the P.T.A Pleading on their knees with us all to stay We'd only stopped for a few burritos They told us of the trouble with Los Banditos A poor little town in need of aid My brothers and mе had never been afraid The agе of chivalry is not dead Lonesome nights in a cowboy bed There'd be a bride for every man We'll chased away the evil gang Love is stronger than justice Love is thicker than blood Love, love, love is stronger than justice Love is a big fat river in flood The outcome was predictable Our Banditos were despicable Of blood we lost a dozen litres A small price to pay for las senoritas The town mayor was happy but his face was glum The maidens numbered only one There weren't seven brides for seven brothers I knew I had to get rid of the others Love is stronger than justice Love is thicker than blood Love is stronger than justice Love is a big fat river in flood Mother told me I was the clever one The seventh son of a seventh son It all ended so happily I settled down with the family I look forward to a better day Ethical stuff never got in my way And though there used to be brothers seven There other six are singing in heaven Love is stronger than justice Love is thicker than blood Love, love, love is stronger than justice Love is a big fat river in flood Love is stronger than justice Love is thicker than blood Love, love, love is stronger than justice Love is a big fat river in flood Love is a big fat river in flood Love is a big fat river in flood This is a story of seven brothers We had the same father but different mothers We keep together like a family should Roaming the country for the common good It came to pass one faithful day We found ourselves down Mexico way The town, the mayor, the P.T.A Pleading on their knees with us all to stay We'd only stopped for a few burritos But they told us of the trouble with Los Banditos A poor little town in need of aid My brothers and me had never been afraid The age of chivalry is not dead Lonesome nights in a cowboy bed There'd be a bride for every man We chased away the evil gang Love is stronger than justice Love, love, love is stronger than justice Love is stronger than justice Love, love, love is stronger than justice Grazie Grazie Alora, buonasera On guitar senor Dominique Miller Batteria senor Vincento Colaiuta Vintcento Basta On keyboard David Sancious