Outlaw by: Andrew Neil Maternick, October 2014
Orange and white jump suite
Day dream about you
I run they shoot
Under a blue moon
Hound dogs sing
I run and crawl
Let freedom ring
For this outlaw
Why be a prisoner of the past? My heart asks
I hear a minister full of wrath I had to laugh
Chuckle Chuckle
What’s the point of it all?
Destiny’s a bloody knuckle
That flips a coin and watches it fall
Watching it fall I’m an outlaw
Watching hawks draw everything I ever saw
When I was young when I was old
A smoking gun Cops earned their gold
Outlaw on my tombstone
Outlaw never truly known
Outlaw on my tombstone
Ma and pa left a desert rose...in front of the grave
A goodbye wave...wave
A desert rose
For the path I chose
Outlaw on my tombstone
Outlaw never truly known
Never truly known (repeat)