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Outlaw Man

 

Outlaw Man

(album: Outlaw Nation, Vol. 1 - 2021)


When the sun comes up tomorrow
I probably won't be around
'Cause I'm a rambling man with a gun in my hand
And I'm wanted in this town

And the sheriff man has a posse
With a price tag on my head
I was born and raised in these outlaw ways
And I'll go to my grave as an outlaw man

If I make it through this cold night
I'ma go and get my bullets
Get the word out to the sheriff man
Tell him not to be foolish
I'm a hell-raising, tail-chasing
Whiskey-drinking from the sticks
Gun-blazing with no patience
Outlaw nation son of a bitch

I'm cold-hearted, been through the struggle
I've lived a lifetime full of trouble
No role models, no bigger brothers
Me and my daddy never seen each other
So, I hit the road at a early age
Had to learn the hard way how to turn the page
Some people say I'll see an early grave
Or go to prison from a murder case

But I pray I see them pearly gates
Though I'm pretty sure that hell awaits
So, I hang my head and I drift away
And I pray to God to forgive my ways
I carry on and keep travelling
Living this life of a savage
Tell that sheriff to come and get it
And bring his posse, I'll let 'em have it

When the sun comes up tomorrow
I probably won't be around
'Cause I'm a rambling man with a gun in my hand
And I'm wanted in this town

And the sheriff man has a posse
With a price tag on my head
I was born and raised in these outlaw ways
And I'll go to my grave as an outlaw man

I poured blood, and I've made 'em bleed
I've took souls, and I've set 'em free
You gon' learn today about respecting me
And loose lips ain't a threat to me
I'm against the grain, I'm John Wayne
I'm Billy the Kid on a bad day
I'm the black sheep with a mad face
I'm a black rose in the bouquet

I'm packing up this suitcase
I'm a wanted man, caught a new case
When they come for me, I'm long gone
Just tell them boys they too late
Their two-faced little country judge
Wanna hold a grudge and give me life
Wanna lock me up until the end of time
'Cause he says I just can't get it right

He's probably right, but I ain't going back
You gotta kill me first, to hell with that
I'm hell-bound, that's my whole life story
And I'm going down in a blaze of glory
I've raised hell since day one
Had to fight since day two
So, if you ever cross me, boy
I pray to God that He saves you

When the sun comes up tomorrow
I probably won't be around
'Cause I'm a rambling man with a gun in my hand
And I'm wanted in this town

And the sheriff man has a posse
With a price tag on my head
I was born and raised in these outlaw ways
And I'll go to my grave as an outlaw man

There'll be bloodshed on the riverside
As far as the eye can see
There's a price tag to pay for freedom
An outlaw is never free
Say it again

There'll be bloodshed on the riverside
As far as the eye can see
There's a price tag to pay for freedom
An outlaw is never free

So we ride (I'll die before I sell out
Pray for me, I'm hell-bound
'Cause I'm dumping all these shells out)
So we ride (I'll die before I sell out
Pray for me, I'm hell-bound
'Cause I'm dumping all these shells out)

So we ride (I'll die before I sell out
Pray for me, I'm hell-bound
'Cause I'm dumping all these shells out)
So we ride (I'll die before I sell out
Pray for me, I'm hell-bound
'Cause I'm dumping all these shells out)

When the sun comes up tomorrow
I probably won't be around
'Cause I'm a rambling man with a gun in my hand
And I'm wanted in this town

And the sheriff man has a posse
With a price tag on my head
I was born and raised in these outlaw ways
And I'll go to my grave as an outlaw man

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