Outlaw - Martin Harley
https://soundcloud.com/martin-harley/martin-harley-outlaw

Verse 1

Am                                E
Im on the run, they aint got me yet

Am                                      E
A black stetson hat and a price upon my head

Am                                E
Im riding hard, high across the plains

Am                                              E
I gotta get some place, where nobody knows my name.


Chorus

                 Am            G            Am               G
and I leave that devil in the dirt, with no medicine for his curse

            Am                              G                    F
I leave the killing to the callous and them both to the count of ten

          Am           G               Am         G   
I wear my pistol so it shows, dress my girl up in calico

      Am                         G                F
gonna ride into the sun when the sun sets red and low

E
here I go

Verse 2

Am                        E
Jesus sang in all minor keys

Am                                                E
but there aint no bars could ever hold a man like me


Chorus

                 Am           G             Am               G
and I leave that devil in the dirt, with no medicine for his curse

            Am                              G                    F
I leave the killing to the callous and them both to the count of ten

          Am           G               Am         G   
I wear my pistol so it shows, dress my girl up in calico

      Am                         G                F
gonna ride into the sun when the sun sets red and low

E
here I go


Bridge

C                                  E
Too young to die, too old to start again

C                                                E 
The undertakers daughter, she dont even know my name

             F
Oh such a shame


Chorus

                 Am           G             Am               G
and I leave that devil in the dirt, with no medicine for his curse

            Am                              G                    F
I leave the killing to the callous and them both to the count of ten

          Am           G               Am         G   
I wear my pistol so it shows, dress my girl up in calico

      Am                         G                F
gonna ride into the sun when the sun sets red and low

             Am              G         Am              G
Cos Ive got nothing left to lose, get off these dusty boots

           Am                               G                     F
Ive gotta make it to the border fore they get me to the gallows pole

            Am           G              Am          G
I feel that rattle in my bones, all the way down to Mexico

      Am                         G         F       G
gonna ride into the sun when the sun sets red and low


E
here I go

Am
Let the credits roll



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