I'm Just a Lonely Outlaw

Country Music Lovers Song Contest
Prompts:
1. HAPPINESS IS JUST A SMILE AWAY
2. THOSE BROWN EYES
3. WISHING DOESN'T MAKE IT SO
4. LOVING AND LEAVING
5. SNUGGLE TIME
6. STREETS OF SAN JUAN
7. JUST AN OUTLAW
8. MAKE ME A MIRACLE
9. HOME IS A GOOD PLACE TO BE
10. WAITING FOR YOUR LOVE



I’m just a lonely outlaw
(Sing in ballad tune)

Some women think a man is a one night stay,
for loving and leaving and throwing away.
But I’m muscle and blood, skin and bone,
and just a lonely outlaw who likes being alone.

I’m sittin’ in my jail cell with no place to go.
I’m just a lonely outlaw, with nothing to show.
I spend all my time drinkin’ whiskey and rye,
and every girl I ever want is the ones that I buy.

Pretty girls and petty coats are not for me,
for I’m just a lonely outlaw and I gotta be free.
I’m muscle and blood, and skin and bone,
and all I ever want to be is left to hell alone.

Many say that stayin’ home is a good place to be,
but working hard and snotty kids is not for me.
I spend my time riding hard across the rugged land,
I have no cares, I have no friends, I give no helping hand.

On the streets of San Juan, I shot a man one day,
while on his knees and in the mud I made him beg and pray.
His pretty wife was standing there, her face was dark with fear,
But when I took a closer look, I couldn’t see a tear.

Wishing doesn’t make it so and I’m on my way to hell,
and my heart is cold and bitter, in this dirty stinkin’ cell.
For I’m muscle and blood, and skin and bone,
and all I ever want to be is left to hell alone.

I had a pretty woman once and thought that life was great,
those brown eyes and gentle smiles, and a kiss when I was late.
She died a sad and lonely death while I was on my knee,
no money from the banks did come, to pay the doctor’s fee.

Happiness is just a smile away, I’d often hear her say,
snuggle time and stolen love while lying in the hay.
Now I lie here in this cell just waiting for my love,
and see no sign of miracles from angels up above.

I have no fear and seek no help and wouldn’t even try,
for life is old and memories bad and I really want to die.
I have a date with Satan and I’m on my way to hell,
this is the final story that my conscience made me tell.

For I’m muscle and blood, and skin and bone,
and all I ever wanted to be - was left the hell alone!