The Outsider — текст песни (Ian Hunter)

(ian hunter)



Death be my mistress, guns be my wife

Breath is my witness and roads are my life

Just give my futures clean as a knife

Far on the way from l.a.



The sun heats the saddle, sand in my hair

Looking for water and theres sweat everywhere

Know that Im nearer I smell damp air

I aint tasted coffee for days



When the leaves are down Ill be southward bound

Hunters hunt the outsider.

When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old,

Nothing holds the outsider



Just killed a man in a town called nightfall

Damned if I cant remember it all

My hand it was shaking but his talk it was tall

I paid for the funeral crew

And it seems like I never reach mexico

Theyre heading me off every place that I go

Im sick of the fact that Ive got to lay low

What else can an outsider do



I know theyre near to me, I dont have to see

Just let me be the outsider

They aint far behind, theyre always on my mind

They wont find the outsider

The outsider



When the leaves are down Ill be southward bound

Hunters haunt the outsider.

When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old,

Nothing holds the outsider

The outsider. the outsider.