Classic

Outlaw

I'd like you to kindly walk out that door,

there ain't no need for you here anymore,

drop your weapon onto the dirt,

bloodstained dusty old tee shirt,

I'll load my gun slowly so you can see,

just how broken I have come to be,

look at my face, cracked,

look at my saddle, stacked,

cross your heart and hope to die,

cause this outlaw never told a lie.