Em C Em C A


[Verse 1]
D                    Am               C                          G
 Death be my mistress, guns be my wife, breath is my witness and roads are my life
Bm                    Em               C                       A
 Just give my future's clean as a knife, far on the way from L.A
D                        Am               C                  G
 The sun heats the saddle, sand in my hair, looking for water, and there's sweat everywhere
Bm                     Em              C                           A
  Know that I'm nearer I smell damp air, I ain't tasted coffee for days


[Chorus]
Em                        C                        D                     Em
  When the leaves are down, I'll be southward bound, hunters hunt the outsider
Em                        C                       D                      Em
  When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old, nothing holds the outsider


[Instrumental]
C Em C A


[Verse 2]
D                       Am                   C                  G
 Just killed a man in a town called nightfall, damned if I can't, remember it all
Bm                      Em                        C                        A
  My hand it was shaking, but his talk it was tall, I paid for the funeral crew
D                        Am            C                              G
 And it seems like I never reach Mexico, they're heading me off every place that I go
Bm                               Em             C                           A
  I'm sick of the fact that I've, got to lay low, what else can an outsider do


[Chorus]
Em                         C                    D                       Em
  I know they're near to me, I don't have to see, just let me be the outsider
Em                     C                          D                        Em
  They ain't far behind, they're always on my mind, they won't find the outsider
C       Em   C Em
 The outsider


[Instrumental]
C Em C A
D Am C G
Bm Em C A


[Chorus]
Em                        C                        D                      Em
  When the leaves are down, I'll be southward bound, hunters haunt the outsider
Em                        C                       D                      Em
  When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old, nothing holds the outsider


[Outro]
C       Em   C        Em   C Em
 The outsider, the outsider