Don't try to understand A life upon the road is the life of an outlaw man Woman, don't try to love me I am an outlaw, I was born an outlaw's son The highway is my legacy On the highway I will run In one hand I've a Bible In the other I've got a gun Well,

The shape shifter I am the walker on the wind I am the eagle in the sky Howling in the night I was born of giant's blood Raised in Asgård, the home of gods I am the master of disguise For this trait I've gained your prise Fast in thought, quicker tongue

Most of us are sad No one lets it show I've been shadows of myself How was i to know? Tell me scarlet sun What will time allow? We have brought our children Here who can save them now? Oh, weeping woman try to smile

I will not be a victim of romance I will not be a victim of circumstance Chance or circumstance or romance, or any man Who could get his dirty little hands on me When we were in love, if we were When we were in love I was an eagle And you were a dove So

He was a poor boy, raised in a small family He kinda had a craving for somethin` no one else could see They say that he was crazy, The kind that no lady should meet He ran out to the city and wandered around in the street He wants to dance, oh yeah, He

Life in the fast lane Surely make you lose your mind Everything all the time He was a hard-headed man he was brutally handsome And she was terminally pretty She held him up and he held her for ransom In the heart of the cold, cold city He had a nasty

Well baby, there you stand With your little head, down in your hand Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again Your baby's gone, and you're all alone And it looks like the end And you're back out on the street And you're tryin' to remember How do

'Cause the Greeks don't want no freaks No, the Greeks don't want no freaks But the Greeks don't want no freaks There was beer all over the dance floor And the band was playin' rhythm and blues You got down and did the gator And half an hour later you

Well baby, there you stand With your little head, down in your hand Oh, my God, you can't believe it's happening again Your baby's gone, and you're all alone And it looks like the end And you're back out on the street And you're tryin' to remember How do

They were doolin', doolin'-dalton High or low, it was the same Easy money, and faithless women Red eye whiskey for the pain. Go down little dalton, it must be God's will Two brothers lyin' dead in Coffeeville. Two voices call to you from where they