Well, just the other day I was drivin' down the road And I was listenin' to the stuff comin' out of the music world Well, I didn't recognize a single
Two faces playin' with my trust in you You cover all your traces And watch me relax with you Insidious, creep away and do your deal Return what you think
Got a twenty man posse right on my ass I'm ahead of 'em now but they're comin' fast Busted out at dawn, it's past midnight Won't get a stop to drink till
Graffiti on the overpass, skidmarks on the road Things I grew up doing, I never did outgrow In the middle of those running years, she walked into my life
When I left my home, I was not much more than a child My mother started crying, she knew that I was born to be wild 'Cos I was looking for the bright
Vas de cuero y usas jeans Y te gusta privar. Vives de noche, el sol siega tus ojos Hueles a vicio y alcohol. Vives al margen de la autoridad, Y para
So your boots, theyre old and dusty & lying down on the floor And a candlelight, its burnin outside your door And youre gonna keep staying single, man
I'm a stranger in town and my gun's never cold I'm a gambler, so bet on your life You'll never live to grow old I deal in lead, I won't step aside Where
Nobody move I got the Six shooter fully loaded, Finger like an automatic, bout ta let it fuckin go, And take a bunch of lives, and I ain't leavin till
(Music: Pell / Lyrics: Pell) Oh so long, hide your faces from the Sun, From the distance I hear you callin', 'cause you're on the run. You're one out
[Chorus:] I'm an outlaw baby, I'm an outlaw baby I'm an outlaw baby, and you ain't ever gonna bring me in I'm an outlaw baby, I'm an outlaw baby I'm an
(Bob Duncan, Jeff Durrill) Well, they're rompin' down in Austin And they call it "Western Swing" They even wrote a song that says "Bob Wills is still
I feel like I'm not wanted here and I wonder what I'm living for discerning eyes are burning me they make me feel like an outlaw Do you need a uniform
Black streak on the boulevard Another place they don't let you stay White rain fallin' cold and hard Gotta get through it anyway Try to be what you wanna
Live or die, stand or run Shoot 'em down, smoking gun In the time it takes to tell Another dreamer sent to hell Just like movies, time to move Bad gunslinger
Down below the border He robbed a bank in Mexico Half crazed on tequila He had a, half million in gold There's thunder in the ground And he could hear
Live or die, stand or run, shoot ?em down, smoking gun. In the time it takes to tell, another dreamer sent to hell. Just like movies, time to move, bad
(David Coverdale, Jon Lord & Bernie Marsden) When I left my home I was not much more than a child, My mother started crying She knew that I was born