Outlaw

I never asked for trouble just wanted a quiet life, maybe raise a family after I finde me a pretty wife. But you made it so damn hard, just wouldn't let me be, gave to yourself with one hand and with the other took from me.

You taxed and taxed and took and took, left me broke and poor, no matter how hard or long I worked, you just bled me dry some more. I ain't got no truck with that think I might just crack, see I always had a mean streak if you push me, I'll push back.

So I hit the open road, I left everything behind, took nothing but my pistol fame and fortune I would find. Armoured cars and bank heists, post office a time or two, you spent years robbing me blind, well now I'm robbing you.

Desert wind blew me to town an ornery son of a bitch with a powerful thirst to raise some hell and a trigger finger itch. So barkeep make it whiskey and best line up a few, keep thos hands upon the bar or it's a hollowpoint for you.

Nowadays it seems as if that being white's a crime and you're locked down by society eating shit and marking time. They best name me an outlaw and mean out on the run, living life on my terms down the barrel of a gun.

I'm searched for high and low with the law, hot on my heels, the man tries to break me, but I refused to kneel. But a wrong turn down a dead end and my back is to the wall, dead in a box or life in jail, well that ain't no choice at all.

Now cornered like a babid dog guess I'm as good as dead, ask me to surrender, here's your answer in hot lead. Did they tell you I'd come easy, well someone told you lies, cause even when I'm wormfood, my fame will never die.

Nowadays it seems as if that being white's a crime and you're locked down by society eating shit and marking time. Well, best name me an outlaw and mean out on the run, living life on my terms down the barrel of a gun.