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Outlaw Lyrics

The Game (Roy Hardinge, copyright 2012)

Well it seems that I’ve been waiting…my whole life through

…waiting for the one.

Look a little farther ‘round the next bend, she’s got to be there somewhere.

But I’m not sure just what I’m lookin’ for.

 

Biding….time

I’m lost without you.

Biding….time.

 

(Well) I couldn’t find my way back home, and I couldn’t see the future.

Tryin’ to see a little farther than my nose.

When you came into my life it was like a revelation.

You know how the rest of the story goes…

 

Biding….time

I’m lost without you.

Biding….time. Yeah!

 

Well you might as well get lost, no matter what the cost.

It’s a lonely street if you don’t play the game.

Well you might as well have fun, until your day is done.

It’s a lonely street if you don’t play the game.

It’s a lonely street if you don’t play the game.

 

Biding….time

I’m lost without you.

Biding….time.

 

All it took was just one word to open up my eyes.

I couldn’t see how blind that I had been.

Livin’ still ain’t easy, but it’s better than before.

…but I’m still not sure just what I’m lookin’ for.

 

Biding….time

I’m lost without you.

Biding….time. Yeah!

 

Well you might as well get lost, no matter what the cost.

It’s a lonely street if you don’t play the game.

Well you might as well have fun, until your day is done.

It’s a lonely street if you don’t play the game.

It’s a lonely street if you don’t play the game.

 

Fourteen Days (Roy Hardinge, copyright 2015)

I was courtin’ with my lady

and Lord!  What a glorious day!

She was my only, one and true love.

We’d been betrothed for 14 days.

 

We were strolling along the concourse

when the news came into town.

April 12th, fire on Fort Sumter

and the war was goin’ down.

 

Country divided, brother ‘gainst brother

Couldn’t be no other way.

I was drafted to go to warrin’.

I’d be called in 14 days.

 

Bull Run…and Balls Bluff,

Mill Springs….Fort Donelson.

I had no… want to recall,

the warrin’ going’ on and on…

 

Cold Harbor was a demon

and it roared for 13 days.

Eighteen thousand men laid silent

forever to be that way.

 

She never got the letter

but a wounded friend did say

he saw her man… lying at Cold Harbor

he saw him on the 14th day.

 

Leaving Me (Roy Hardinge, copyright 2015)

 

Twice today I thought of you

Not enough to get me though

Every time it’s just the same

Only me to catch the blame

…Leaving me…

 

The razor’s edge has lost its sting

Still it’s not a simple thing

Freedom comes at such a cost

Overwhelming, senseless loss

…Leaving me…

 

Towers topple to the ground

in the land of the free

Thoughts of innocence

…Leaving me…

 

Over, over and over again…

…playing back what happened then

Hollow place within my soul

Painful, sorry gaping hole

…Leaving me…

 

Towers topple to the ground

in the land of the free

Thoughts of innocence

…Leaving me…

 

Twice today I thought of you

Not enough to get me though

Every time it’s just the same

Only me to catch the blame

…Leaving me…

 

For Free (Roy Hardinge, copyright 2015)

I was young when I had found

a place where I could go

and I would listen to the wind

its music made for free…for free

 

I learned fast the world’s not fair

it pushes to extremes

and if you let it take your soul

you’ll find it’s not for free…for free

 

All along this voice inside

whispering in my head

keep it simple, pick your fights

listen to what daddy said.

 

I grew up and left my home

and took it to the road

everything seemed new and fresh

I took each day for free…for free

 

All along this voice inside

whispering in my head

keep it simple, pick your fights

listen to what daddy said.

 

Years of wandering have gone by

and nothin’s changed my mind

life is hard and then it’s done

and nothing is for free…for free

 

All along this voice inside

whispering in my head

keep it simple, pick your fights

listen to what daddy said.

 

I was young when I had found

a place where I could go

and I would listen to the wind

its music made for free…for free

 

Torn (Roy Hardinge, copyright 2015)

                                         

I Feel I’m torn apart…Which way should I go?

Knew it from the start….Couldn’t make the feeling go.

 

It happened so quickly….It’s a blur upon my mind.

So hard to decide….What to leave behind…

 

I guess I’ll play along….Play a waiting game.

Let time take form my heart,   what my mind just can’t erase.

 

It’s so hard to bare…this pain in my soul

On the edge of a cliff…’bout to lose control…

 

Bridge/Solo:

Yeah, yeah, yeah, etc…

 

I Feel I’m torn apart…Which way should I go?

Knew it from the start….Couldn’t make the feeling go.

 

Pearl and Blue (Daniel P. Strohm, copyright 2015)                            

I picked her up one morning

Looked right down her sights

I just had to shoot

I didn’t know wrong from right

 

She’s got handles of pearl

Chambers inlaid with gold

She’s been around the world

But her story’s not been told

 

I love my pistol

She can really make a mess

Goes off when she wants to

She will never confess to what it true

She’s pearl and blue

 

I keep her concealed

Near my breast

Close to my heart

and underneath my vest

 

People say that I don’t need her

Crime is going down

They don’t understand

That was before we came to town

 

I love my pistol

She can really make a mess

Goes off when she wants to

She will never confess to what it true

She’s pearl and blue

 

She’s gonna explode if I keep her hid

Smoke and lead forever

No one will know

What we did

 

Keep her in a cupboard

On the top shelf

If I pick her up again

I’ll hold her until I lose myself

 

I love my pistol

She can really make a mess

Goes off when she wants to

She will never confess to what we do

She’s pearl and blue

 

Hope (Roy Hardinge, copyright 2015)                                      

This world’s a speck of dust

lost in our universe

We live our lives away

Hoping to be all we can

Hoping to be all we can

 

We see in dark and light

We know what’s wrong and right

We choose the path we take

Hoping to be all we can

Hoping to be all we can

 

Don’t you see?

Don’t you see?

 

The wonder of it all

is lost in seeing small.

Open your heart and see

Hoping to be all you can

Hoping to be all you can

 

Don’t you see?

Don’t you see?

 

We know what’s wrong and right

We choose the path we take

Hoping to be all we can

Hoping to be all we can

I laugh, I cry, I wonder why

I touch, I feel, I see, I hear, I see, I hear

I love, I hate, I breathe, exhale

I’m hot, I’m cold, I’m young, I’m old, young, I’m old...

 

Apple Tree (Roy Hardinge, copyright 2015)

Makin’ love under the apple tree

Just you and me

Just you and me

and I hope that we can always be

Just you and me

Just you and me

 

What’s the use in singin’ a song?

Specially when the rhyme is all wrong.

…and the ending takes too long…

 

She was once a lover of mine…

 

Where’re you goin’ to lose your mind?

Doesn’t matter – wherever you find.

…leave the present far behind…

 

She was once a lover of mine…

 

Makin’ love under the apple tree

Just you and me

Just you and me

 

If Only  (Roy Hardinge, copyright 2015)

She likes to watch the snow fall in the mountains.

Its slow decent makes time stand still.

It takes her far from the rush of modern living.

To somewhere where she has some time to kill.

She wishes that her life could always

be the way she feels when she has time.

But independence in this world

comes with a price that’s anything but kind.

 

Her way to work involves a bit of struggle

“…when did the traffic ever get so bad?

It makes no sense to call this road a freeway".

The stop and go most nearly drives her mad.

Even with the traffic she

          arrives before the sun begins to rise.

First one there, the day’s begun

          fatigue already showing in her eyes.

 

Today speeds by just like the rest, 

a consequence of numbing daily grind.

She dreams about the things that she could

          do…if she only had the time…

 

The day’s intensity keeps her from leaving.

She’s tired and not getting much work done.

The sun’s already hidden by the mountains.

The “freeway” home’s not going to be much fun.

She plays the day back in her mind, frus-

          trated by the actions of her peers.

Why can’t they look her in the eye

          acknowledging the ideas that she shares?

 

Today speeds by just like the rest, 

a consequence of numbing daily grind.

She dreams about the things that she could

          do…if she only had the time…

 

Oh So Good (Roy Hardinge, copyright 2015)

You….caught my eye

As you…passed on by

And I ran…to say hello

You were shy…so was I

 

You….brought some pie

When you…stopped on by

And I asked…you to stay

And you did…oh yes you did

 

Oh, it was good, oh so good

 

We…shared our time

As it….passed on by

It was just…like a dream

We were in…our own dream

 

Oh, it was good, oh so good

Oh, it was good, oh so good

 

Some…things don’t last

They’re…gone and past

Now I’m left…all alone

Dream no more…with you gone

 

I know…in some while

I’ll see…your sweet smile

Got to wait…out my time

Can’t wait…for the time

 

Oh, it was good, oh so good

Oh, it was good, oh so good

 

Outlaw with no Name (Roy Hardinge, copyright 2015)

I was born to be an outlaw

Many years have come and gone

From the day I learned to hold a gun

Well I’ve been on the run

 

Fortune, Fame, Notoriety…

I’ve been searchin’ all my life

But as the days go slippin’ by,

I’m left with not but strife

 

Don’t you swing low sweet chariot

My time ain’t yet to come

I got ten more men to kill

no witness for to blame.

I’m an outlaw with no name

I’m an outlaw with no name

 

I’ve killed more men than Jesse James

I’m meaner than Wild Bill

And no one knows what I’ve done

I’m left with no name still

 

Don’t you swing low sweet chariot

My time ain’t yet to come

I got ten more men to kill

no witness for to blame.

I’m an outlaw with no name

I’m an outlaw with no name

 

I was born to be an outlaw

Many years have come and gone

From the day I learned to hold a gun

Well I’ve been on the run

 

Don’t you swing low sweet chariot

My time ain’t yet to come

I got five more men to kill

no witness for to blame.

Don’t you swing low sweet chariot

My time is close at hand

I got two more men to kill

no witness for to blame.

I’m an outlaw with no name

I’m an outlaw with no name

I’m an outlaw…

I’m an outlaw with no name

 

In His Hands (Roy Hardinge, copyright 2012)

As the day comes to a close and darkness sneaks up on the city,

he sits alone just pondering the moments of his life.

He thinks back on the times when his days were so much simpler.

His life was just unfolding for him, his kids and wife.

And even in its simpleness it brought worry and despair.

‘Cause everything was up to him, and his heart was full of care.

 

And he recalls a time when their lives were in his hands

…in his hands…in his hands they grew and formed.

He recalls a time when they were in his hands

…in his hands...in his hands they grew and formed.

 

Step by step and day by day his family lived their lives.

Their time was filled with school and work and the stuff that life’s made of.

But time has a way of changing everything we know.

And freedom was the next step to allow his girls to grow.

And even though it hurt so bad he thought that he might die,

He knew the time was coming soon when he had to say goodbye.

 

And he longs for the times when their lives were in his hands

…in his hands…in his hands they grew and formed.

He longs for the times when their lives were in his hands.

...in his hands…in his hands they grew and formed.

 

Now his little family will grow families of their own.

They’ll start on their own journeys, just like he had done.

They’ll have the joys that come with life as well as times of dark.

They’ll work and play and fret and pray until their days are gone.

He realized that all this time the Lamb had set their course.

The strength they’d needed they’d received…the Lamb had been their source.

           

And all along, their lives were in His hands

…in His hands…in His hands they grew and formed.

He knows all along, their lives were in His hands.

…in His hands…in His hands they grew and formed.

 

He recalls a time when they were in his hands

…in his hands…