The Outlaw Lyrics by Dan Fogelberg

The Outlaw

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 drug 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 comin round here anymore. ooh.

Jesse, he was hurt, boy, and he left there, and he slammed the door.
And he wandered through the alleyways.
Thinkin all the while that shed be proud of what he stole for her,
And he tried to think of better ways.
Dreamin 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 walkin 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 drugstore 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 nothin less than my own soul.
I was feelin half a man; I wanted to feel whole, ooh.
Oooh...ooh,ooh.