The Outlaw

The Outlaw - Dan Fogelberg

Written by：J. Bolotin

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 ** 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 coming around here anymore ooh

Jesse he was hurt boy and he left there and he slammed the door

And he wandered through the alleyways

Thinking all the while that she'd be proud of what he stole for her

And he tried to think of better ways

Dreaming 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 walking 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 **store 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 nothing less than my own soul

I was feeling half a man I wanted to feel whole ooh

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