Текст песни Ian Hunter - The Outsider
Ian Hunter - The Outsider слова песни
(ian hunter)Death be my mistress, guns be my wifeBreath is my witness and roads are my lifeJust give my futures clean as a knifeFar on the way from l.a.The sun heats the saddle, sand in my hairLooking for water and theres sweat everywhereKnow that Im nearer I smell damp airI aint tasted coffee for daysWhen the leaves are down Ill 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 cant remember it allMy hand it was shaking but his talk it was tallI paid for the funeral crewAnd it seems like I never reach mexicoTheyre heading me off every place that I goIm sick of the fact that Ive got to lay lowWhat else can an outsider doI know theyre near to me, I dont have to seeJust let me be the outsiderThey aint far behind, theyre always on my mindThey wont find the outsiderThe outsiderWhen the leaves are down Ill be southward boundHunters haunt the outsider.When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old,Nothing holds the outsiderThe outsider. the outsider.