Testo The Outlaws

The outlaws are commin' (commin', commin') A harder ridin' bunch of outlaws no one ever saw I don't recall the lawman that could match or beat the draw The rode the west, they fought the best The never lost a fight They did their hidin' in the daytime Ridin' most at night The outlaws are commin' (commin', commin') They rode into Yuma on a hot September day Hit the bank and got the gold and then they rode away The sheriff tried to stop 'em but he didn't really try The sheriff thought too much of life And he didn't wanna die The outlaws are commin' (commin', commin') The governor of the territory called the rangers in The rangers caught the outlaws and the fightin' did begin For seven hours they fought and there were bodies all around Not one body of an outlaw lay upon the ground The outlaws are commin' (commin', commin') They only took the money that the rich got by their greed And gave it to the ranchers who were desperately in need They'd ride into the poorest section of a border town Evenly distributed to the poorest of the town The outlaws are commin' (commin', commin') Maybe it was wrong to steal, but was it wrong to give? They took many chances so a friend in need might live One by one they've gone but still there's one alive to tell The outlaws never failed to hear it when a friend would yell The outlaws are commin' (commin', commin') ["commin'" is outlaw language, of course]