Текст, перевод и аккорды “The Outsider”
- (ian hunter) Death be my mistress, guns be my wife Breath is my witness and roads are my life Just give my futures clean as a knife Far on the way from l.a. The sun heats the saddle, sand in my hair Looking for water and theres sweat everywhere Know that Im nearer I smell damp air I aint tasted coffee for days When the leaves are down Ill 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 cant 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 Theyre heading me off every place that I go Im sick of the fact that Ive got to lay low What else can an outsider do I know theyre near to me, I dont have to see Just let me be the outsider They aint far behind, theyre always on my mind They wont find the outsider The outsider When the leaves are down Ill be southward bound Hunters 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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