Outlaw’s final letter
Take easy
Take it’s slow
When you’re not home
You’re bound to road so
There you go
There you go

With your pistol
You clear the way
But you can’t clear up
What’s in you head
So lay it down

You’ve had your way
In every town
And their posters
Say they want you in the ground
In the ground

If you were done
You’d have a home
But your restless spirit
Rambles on
You’re on your own
You’re own you’re own