 The outsider lyrics ( Ian hunter )   
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Artist : Ian hunter
Song : The outsider
(Ian Hunter)
Death be my mistress, guns be my wife
Breath is my witness and roads are my life
Just give my future`s clean as a knife
Far on the way from L.A.
The sun heats the saddle, sand in my hair
Looking for water and there`s sweat everywhere
Know that I`m nearer I smell damp air
I ain`t tasted coffee for days
When the leaves are down I`ll be southward bound
Hunters hunt the outsider.
When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old,
Nothing holds the outsider
Just killed a man in a town called Nightfall
Damned if I can`t remember it all
My hand it was shaking but his talk it was tall
I paid for the funeral crew
And it seems like I never reach Mexico
They`re heading me off every place that I go
I`m sick of the fact that I`ve got to lay low
What else can an outsider do
I know they`re near to me, I don`t have to see
Just let me be the outsider
They ain`t far behind, they`re always on my mind
They won`t find the outsider
The outsider
When the leaves are down I`ll be southward bound
Hunter`s haunt the outsider.
When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old,
Nothing holds the outsider
The outsider. The outsider.
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