The Outlaw
The Dusty old cowboy
Drags in from a long hard ride
Headed into town
A colt strapped to his side
Branded an outlaw
Is his fortune and fame
Bankrobber and killer
It's all in his name
From town to town
He runs for his life
He has no family
No children, No wife.
Dodging bullets
From east to west
It's the hype and the thrill
He loves the best.
Riding with the Gangs
He robs and steals
A possee not far behind
right on his heals
One day a bullet
Blast right into his chest
He remembered all the things
That he loved the best
For the thrill he lived
For the thrill he died
For this cowboy has took
His very last ride
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