Ian Hunter - The outsider

^D Death be my mistress^Am, guns be my wife^C, breath is my witness and ^Groads are my life ^Bm Just give my future's^Em clean as a knife^C, far on the way from L.^AA ^D The sun heats the saddle^Am, sand in my hair^C, looking for water^G, and there's sweat everywhere ^Bm Know that I'm nearer ^EmI smell damp air^C, I ain't tasted coffee for ^Adays

^Em When the leaves are down^C, I'll be southward bound^D, hunters hunt the out^Emsider ^Em When the wind grows cold^C, when the sun grows old^D, nothing holds the out^Emsider

^D Just killed a man in a ^Amtown called nightfall^C, damned if I can't^G, remember it all ^Bm My hand it was shaking^Em, but his talk it was tall^C, I paid for the funeral ^Acrew ^D And it seems like I neve^Amr reach Mexico^C, they're heading me off every ^Gplace that I go ^Bm I'm sick of the fact that I've,^Em got to lay low^C, what else can an outsider ^Ado

^Em I know they're near to me^C, I don't have to see^D, just let me be the out^Emsider ^Em They ain't far behind^C, they're always on my mind^D, they won't find the out^Emsider ^C The out^Emsider^{C Em}

^Em When the leaves are down^C, I'll be southward bound^D, hunters haunt the out^Emsider ^Em When the wind grows cold^C, when the sun grows old^D, nothing holds the out^Emsider

^C The out^Emsider^C, the out^Emsider^{C Em}