(Ian Hunter)
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Death be my mistress, guns be my wife
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Breath is my witness and roads are my life
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Just give my future's clean as a knife
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Far on the way from L.A.
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The sun heats the saddle, sand in my hair
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Looking for water and there's sweat everywhere
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Know that I'm nearer I smell damp air
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I ain't tasted coffee for days
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When the leaves are down I'll be southward bound
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Hunters hunt the outsider.
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When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old,
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Nothing holds the outsider
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Just killed a man in a town called Nightfall
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Damned if I can't remember it all
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My hand it was shaking but his talk it was tall
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I paid for the funeral crew
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And it seems like I never reach Mexico
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They're heading me off every place that I go
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I'm sick of the fact that I've got to lay low
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What else can an outsider do
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I know they're near to me, I don't have to see
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Just let me be the outsider
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They ain't far behind, they're always on my mind
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They won't find the outsider
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The outsider
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When the leaves are down I'll be southward bound
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Hunter's haunt the outsider.
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When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old,
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Nothing holds the outsider
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The outsider. The outsider.
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The Outsider
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| Ian Hunter |
