I’m an outlaw.
6 shooter on my hip.
I’ve got a blood-stained blade.
I don’t give a shit.
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I’m an outlaw.
I only feel free when the winds in my hair,
Riding my trusty steed,
No saddle, I’m riding bare.
I’m an outlaw.
If you’re looking for trouble
I’m your Huckleberry.
High like a space shuttle.
I’m an outlaw.
Your laws can’t hold me down,
They do keep me inline
Unless there’s a tussle to be found.
I’m an outlaw.
At least I aim to be.
But my sites been fading lately,
I can’t see a thing.
I wish I was an outlaw.
But I’m just little old me.
Trying to get by in this world.
Don’t bring your trouble round me.
