The Outlaw Lyrics & Chords By The Wandering

Among the possesions of an outlaw of a low class kind Is this little bottle of French perfume Taken as a last thought from a drug store in suburbia He said, "Lady, look what I've...read more

It started with the holy water rising to a boil The crops went bad, no life could breed, beneath the rotten soil Imprisoned for his make beliefs, impending dire views Became...read more

Some say he was an outlaw, that he roamed across the land, With a band of unschooled ruffians and few old fishermen, No one knew just where he came from, or exactly what he'd...read more

Some say He was an outlaw That He roamed across the land With a band of unschooled ruffians And few old fishermen No one knew just where He came from Or exactly what He'd done...read more

Some say he was an outlaw, that he roamed across the land, With a band of unschooled ruffians and few old fishermen, No one knew just where he came from, or exactly what he'd...read more