The Outlaw

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Among the possessions of an 
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outlaw of a low class kind
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Is this little bottle of French 
perfume
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Taken as a last thought from a 
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drugstore in suburbia
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He said, "Lady, look what I've got 
for you"
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She said, "Jesse, I don't hardly 
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even know you anymore
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And judging from your grin, you'd 
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think you held up Henry Ford
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And I don't believe I want you 
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coming 'round here anymore", Woo 
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hoo


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Jesse, he was hurt, boy, and he 
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left there and he slammed the door
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And he wandered through the 
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alleyways
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Thinking all the while, that 
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she'd be proud of what he stole for 
her
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And he tried to think of better ways
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Dreaming of a movie that he'd 
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seen one afternoon
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He drew out all his savings and he 
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went and bought a gun
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And he ran right home and stood 
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before his mirror, acting like a 
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thug, Woo hoo


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He waited for a dark night; he was 
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frightened, boy, the fog rolled in
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As a rich man, he came walking by
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"Hold your hands up high," he 
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cried, "I've come to make your 
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fortune mine"
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But his eyes, they gave him right 
away
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Jesse dropped the gun and they 
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both stared at to where it lay
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And Jesse asked the man if he'd 
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please leave him in his pain
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And the man tried to forgive him, 
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but there's not much he could say,
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 Woo hoo


G            D              Em  
Among the possessions of an 
                  C
outlaw of a low class kind
        G                D
Is this little bottle of French 
perfume
G          D                   
Taken as a last thought from a 
Em                  C
drugstore in suburbia
          G                    D
He said, "Lady, look what I've got 
for you"
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"Ah, take it, ah, please take it; 
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I'm tired and I'm poor
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And this crappy French perfume is 
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nothing less than my own soul
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I was feeling half a man; I 
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wanted to feel whole", Woo hoo
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