You were better than the best,
Stayed a notch above the rest,
It was raining in heaven when you went down;
Your mama cried, said she told you so,
But you touched the devil and, couldn' let go, yeah...
No one controls the Outlaw.
You wrote the book with a movie in mind,
an angel face with a criminal side,
celebrated as a rebel kind... it's the Outlaw.
I wonder if you knew they would
turn your bad deeds into good,
paint you as a modern Robin Hood?
It's high noon everywhere you go,
And the guilt you feel is the weary soul
of the Outlaw.
Hearts weren't made to be ruled,
And rules weren't made to be broken,
It's cold and lonely at the end of your life,
And nobody sleeps 'til they turn out the lights,
For the outlaw.
Where you gonna go, where you gonna hide,
It's cold and lonely for the outlaw,
Where you gonna go, where you gonna hide,
The outlaw...

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