Death be my mistress, guns be my wife
Breath is my witness and roads are my life
Just give my future´s clean as a knife
Far on the way from L.A.

The sun heats the saddle, sand in my hair
Looking for water and there´s sweat everywhere
Know that I´m nearer I smell damp air
I ain´t tasted coffee for days

When the leaves are down I´ll be southward bound
Hunters hunt the outsider.
When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old,
Nothing holds the outsider

Just killed a man in a town called Nightfall
Damned if I can´t remember it all
My hand it was shaking but his talk it was tall
I paid for the funeral crew
And it seems like I never reach Mexico
They´re heading me off every place that I go
I´m sick of the fact that I´ve got to lay low
What else can an outsider do

I know they´re near to me, I don´t have to see
Just let me be the outsider
They ain´t far behind, they´re always on my mind
They won´t find the outsider
The outsider

When the leaves are down I´ll be southward bound
Hunter´s haunt the outsider.
When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old,
Nothing holds the outsider
The outsider. The outsider.