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Casey Donahew Band

Outlaw Friends

 

Outlaw Friends

(album: Lost My Brothers Goat - 2020)


I left Tucson on a two rail, headed east across the planes
On an iron horse choking black coal, number seven prison train
I was chained up in a box car, they took my pistol and my pride
They were taking me back to Texas and planned to hang me for my crimes

I ain't never met no shackles that could ever tie me down
You know it always feels like flying right up 'til you hit the ground
And I can hear her whistling Dixie, so pour the whiskey 'til it's gone
'Cause I've known friends and I've known outlaws, but all my outlaw friends are gone

And I can taste the smoke and embers, as the engine climbs the pass
And if they walked me to the gallows, I guess that long walk will be my last
But there's a short knife in my boot leg and we ain't made Fort Worth yet
If I get free and kill these guards, just add that to my regrets

'Cause I ain't never met no shackles that could ever tie me down
You know it always feels like flying right up 'til you hit the ground
And I can hear her whistling Dixie, so pour the whiskey 'til it's gone
'Cause I've known friends and I've known outlaws, but all my outlaw friends are gone

I pray for faith and for forgiveness
But I'm not sure he hears my call
Some say deaths, the only freedom
Did I stumble or did I fall?

I ain't never met no shackle that could ever tie me down
You know it always feels like flying right up 'til you hit the ground
And I can hear her whistling Dixie, so pour the whiskey 'till it's gone
'Cause I've known friends and I've known outlaws, but all my outlaw friends are gone
I've known friends and I've known outlaws, but all my outlaw friends are gone

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