"Outlaw" lyrics

I'm a-running low 20 miles south of Kansas City
Living dog-tired, weary-eyed, hiding from the law
Feeling worn down, bleeding out, Lord, I'm barely breathing
Not a second spent reading this writing on the wall

There's a reason I carry this shotgun on my shoulder
I've been caught between aiming and holding on the reins
Oh, I love it and I hate it that everybody knows me
Yeah, I'm terrified, sorry, and prideful of my name

And if I need a mirror, I check the posters
And if I need a hand, you'll never know
But every day that long black train gets closer
My trigger's begging, but I ain't ready to go

I'm a dangerous man, a young gun, a Jesse James
For the blood on my hands, I'm yelling, someone stop the train
I'm a slave to the cards, like Doc Henry Holliday
Praying Lord, I know only you can come and make a way

Out of the outlaw

Wasn't long ago I was the hero of the story
Now the villain I hated, I realize I am
Oh, I swear I knew better, but somehow took to taking
Now I'm twice of the size that I was, but half the man

And if I need a mirror, I check the posters
And if I need a hand, you'll never know
Just call the undertaker when it's over
He's buried men that never die a thousand times before

I'm a dangerous man, a young gun, a Jesse James
For the blood on my hands, I'm yelling, someone stop the train
I'm a slave to the cards, like Doc Henry Holliday
Praying Lord, I know only you can come and make a way

Out of the outlaw

Out of the outlaw

I've been running through worn-out country
Got two warm bullets to keep me company
I ain't no saint, but at least I'm something
Just nothing I like to be

I'm a dangerous man, a young gun, a Jesse James
For the blood on my hands, I'm yelling, someone stop the train
I'm a slave to the cards, like Doc Henry Holliday
Praying Lord, I know only you can come and make a way

Out of the outlaw