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The Life of an Outlaw

from The New West by Bill White

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It doesnt matter what you refuse or what you receive
When you are this close to death it doesnt matter what you believe
Every river you crossed is thick with mud
There are no showdowns at sundown on killings in cold blood

chorus This is the life of an outlaw as it fades to black
You might survive the trail ahead if you dont look back

We might find that we have lost when we think we've won
None of us knows even a fraction of the evil we have done
If you go and dress yourself in your sunday clothes
I I will try to show you the sins for which you must atone

Once there was a man who claimed to be the way the truth and the life
He's the one to guide your soul across the pitiful night
Dont get lost among the wandering spirits of the dead
Those floundering in outer space refused to listen to what he said

will I lose my personaity when i die
You better hope so pilgrim or youll never bust out of the walls across the sky forget about who you are before its too late
Because the last gasp of an outlaw can be the crying of a newborn babe

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from The New West, released July 4, 2018
written and performed by bill white

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