The Last Outlaw
They say he rode in after sundown
No name
No home
Just a six-shooter
And a past he couldn’t outrun
Dust on his boots,
black hat low Riding where the wild winds blow
The town went quiet when he came
Nobody knew his face or name Whiskey burning,
saloon lights He walked in like he’d seen too many fights
One hand resting near his gun
Like he knew his trouble wasn’t done
They whispered when he walked
outside
"That’s the man they said
should’ve died"
He’s the last outlaw
Riding where the dead don’t go
The last outlaw With nowhere left to call home
A six-shooter by his side And a thousand miles behind
He’s the last outlaw Still running from the life he left behind
Then he saw her by the bar
A little light beneath the stars She looked at him like she
wasn’t afraid Like she didn’t care about the price on his name
He said, "Miss, you should stay away"
She smiled, "I don’t scare that easy"
For the first time in a long,
long while
That outlaw almost learned to smile
But somewhere beyond the town
A bounty hunter was tracking him down
One thousand dollars for his head Wanted posters where he slept
But he wasn’t scared of dying
He was scared of leaving her behind So he saddled up at
dawn
She whispered, "Where are you going?" He looked back...
"Wherever the road takes me."
I’m the last outlaw
Riding where the dead don’t go
The last outlaw
But now I finally know I’ve spent my whole life running
With nowhere left to hide I’m the last outlaw But I’m riding
back for you tonight
They called him a criminal...
She called him by his name.