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• Artiste: Ian Hunter
• Titre: The Outsider
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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.