The Outsider - Corky Laing, Ian Hunter, Mick Ronson

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

Hunters haunt the outsider

When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old

Nothing holds the outsider

The outsider, the outsider