Dan Fogelberg - The Outlaw lyrics
[Dan Fogelberg - The Outlaw lyrics]
Among the possesions of an outlaw
Of a low class kind
Is this little bottle of French perfume
Taken as a last thought from
A drug store in suburbia
He said, "Lady, look what I've got for you"
She said, "Jesse
I don't hardly even know you anymore
And judging from your grin
You'd think you held up Henry Ford
And I don't believe I want you
A comin' 'round here anymore ooh"
Jesse, he was hurt, boy, and he left there
And he slammed the door
And he wandered through the alleyways
Thinkin' all the while that she'd be proud
Of what he stole for her
And he tried to think of better ways
Dreamin' of a movie that
He'd seen one afternoon
He drew out all his savings and
He went and bought a gun
And he ran right home and
Stood before his mirror
Acting like a thug, ooh
He waited for a dark night
He was frightened, boy, the fog rolled in
As a rich man, he came walkin' by
"Hold your hands up high, " he cried
"I've come to make your fortune mine"
But his eyes, they gave him right away
Jesse dropped the gun and they both
Stared at to where it lay
And Jesse asked the man if he'd please
Leave him in his pain
And the man tried to forgive him
But there's not much he could say ooh
Among the possessions of an outlaw
Of a low class kind
Is this little bottle of French perfume
Taken as a last thought from
A drugstore in suburbia
He said, "Lady, look what I've got for you"
"Ah, take it, ah, please
Take it I'm tired and I'm poor
And this crappy French perfume is nothin'
Less than my own soul
I was feelin' half a man
I wanted to feel whole, ooh"
Ooohooh, ooh
Of a low class kind
Is this little bottle of French perfume
Taken as a last thought from
A drug store in suburbia
He said, "Lady, look what I've got for you"
She said, "Jesse
I don't hardly even know you anymore
And judging from your grin
You'd think you held up Henry Ford
And I don't believe I want you
A comin' 'round here anymore ooh"
Jesse, he was hurt, boy, and he left there
And he slammed the door
And he wandered through the alleyways
Thinkin' all the while that she'd be proud
Of what he stole for her
And he tried to think of better ways
Dreamin' of a movie that
He'd seen one afternoon
He drew out all his savings and
He went and bought a gun
And he ran right home and
Stood before his mirror
Acting like a thug, ooh
He waited for a dark night
He was frightened, boy, the fog rolled in
As a rich man, he came walkin' by
"Hold your hands up high, " he cried
"I've come to make your fortune mine"
But his eyes, they gave him right away
Jesse dropped the gun and they both
Stared at to where it lay
And Jesse asked the man if he'd please
Leave him in his pain
And the man tried to forgive him
But there's not much he could say ooh
Among the possessions of an outlaw
Of a low class kind
Is this little bottle of French perfume
Taken as a last thought from
A drugstore in suburbia
He said, "Lady, look what I've got for you"
"Ah, take it, ah, please
Take it I'm tired and I'm poor
And this crappy French perfume is nothin'
Less than my own soul
I was feelin' half a man
I wanted to feel whole, ooh"
Ooohooh, ooh