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Outlaw


Names TJ I got a license to kill
Shoot you right here just for the thrill
dogs getting hungry looking for a meal
get on your knees and don't make a squeal
 
He said sir please spare my life
I've got two kids and a lovely wife
Tales of riches from what I was told
Man named jack has bricks of gold
 
Tell him that I'm coming with my colt 45
Don't really care ill take him dead or alive
Do whatever it takes to survive
Done living a life of deprive
 
I'm an outlaw living off the land
ridin with my posse six shooters in my hand
better pull your piece as fast as you can
leave you right there to rot in the sand
 
Sun beatin down on my cowboy hat
airs gone thin and the winds gone flat
heard something coming from across the tracks
stay close boys and guard my back
 
He pulled up said jacks my name
hope you taught ya boys how to aim
step in front of my ill put a bullet in your brain
lets see how long you can take the rain
 
Now jack sure did put us to the test
Some would say he's the best in the west
Killed all my men and put a bullet in my chest
but yet I'm not the one they're putting down to rest
 
I'm an outlaw living off the land
ridin with my posse six shooter in my hand
​better pull your piece as fast as you can
leave you right there to rot in the sand
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