Ian Hunter - Outsider Lyrics
(ian hunter)Death be my mistress, guns be my wifeBreath is my witness and roads are my lifeJust give my future's clean as a knifeFar on the way from l.a.The sun heats the saddle, sand in my hairLooking for water and there's sweat everywhereKnow that i'm nearer i smell damp airI ain't tasted coffee for daysWhen the leaves are down i'll be southward boundHunters hunt the outsider.When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old,Nothing holds the outsiderJust killed a man in a town called nightfallDamned if i can't remember it allMy hand it was shaking but his talk it was tallI paid for the funeral crewAnd it seems like i never reach mexicoThey're heading me off every place that i goI'm sick of the fact that i've got to lay lowWhat else can an outsider doI know they're near to me, i don't have to seeJust let me be the outsiderThey ain't far behind, they're always on my mindThey won't find the outsiderThe outsiderWhen the leaves are down i'll be southward boundHunter's haunt the outsider.When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old,Nothing holds the outsiderThe outsider. the outsider.
