Dan Fogelberg - The outlaw

^GAmong the pos^Dsessions of an ^Emoutlaw of a low class ^Ckind Is this ^Glittle bottle of ^DFrench perfume ^GTaken as a ^Dlast thought from a ^Emdrugstore in suburbi^Ca He said, &^Gquot;Lady, look what ^DI've got for you" She said, &^Amquot;Jesse, I don't hardly ^Am7even know^Em you anymore And ^Amjudging from your grin, you'd think you ^Am7held up Henry ^EmFord And I ^Gdon't believe I ^Dwant you coming '^Emround here anymo^Cre",^Em Woo^D hoo

^GJesse, he was ^Dhurt, boy, and he ^Emleft there and he slammed the ^Cdoor And he ^Gwandered through the ^Dalleyways ^GThinking all the ^Dwhile, that she'd be ^Emproud of what he stole for ^Cher And he ^Gtried to think of ^Dbetter ways ^AmDreaming of a movie that he'd ^Am7seen one after^Emnoon He d^Amrew out all his savings and he ^Am7went and bought a ^Emgun And he ^Gran right home and ^Dstood before his ^Emmirror, acting like a ^Cthug, Woo ^Emhoo ^D

He ^Gwaited for a ^Ddark night; he was ^Emfrightened, boy, the fog rolled ^Cin As a ^Grich man, he came ^Dwalking by &^Gquot;Hold your hand^Ds up high," he cri^Emed, "I've come to mak^Ce your fortune mine" But his ^Geyes, they gave him ^Dright away ^AmJesse dropped the gun and they both ^Am7stared at to where it ^Emlay And ^AmJesse asked the man if he'd please ^Am7leave him in his ^Empain And the ^Gman tried to for^Dgive him, but there's ^Emnot much he could s^Cay, Woo ^Emhoo ^D

^GAmong the pos^Dsessions of an ^Emoutlaw of a low class ^Ckind Is this ^Glittle bottle of ^DFrench perfume ^GTaken as a ^Dlast thought from a ^Emdrugstore in suburbi^Ca He said, &^Gquot;Lady, look what ^DI've got for you" "^Am;Ah, take it, ah, pl^Am7ease take it; I'm tired and^Em I'm poor And this ^Amcrappy French perfume is nothing ^Am7less than my own ^Emsoul ^GI was feeling ^Dhalf a man; I ^Emwanted to feel who^Cle",^Em Woo^D hoo ^Cm7Ooh, ooh, ^Gooh, ooh