Outlaws Lyrics

Outlaws - available on 'Get Out' She stands at the window Proud Mary, bad news Demands from the credit And the sheriff's men too The wife of a fishermen no longer at sea She can always find him where whisky flows free She never called it poverty, the doorstep was clean Till city hall came calling to show what it means Chorus Have you seen it before The names of good women and men Decreed by the sword and the pen To be outlaws all over again. The names in the churchyard are long overgrown Still she came kneeling with flowers of her own They're watching you Mary In hard times afraid As counsel finds guilty For charges unpaid And even as the last hope is labelled and sold We're all for one, Mary Outlawed for gold. Chorus