Outlaw was a humble man,  As the story would reveal  An honest law-abiding man,  Just a farmer in his field  His dear wife had passed away  In the winter of '25  Did his best to raise the children  And to keep that farm alive    Then came that awful drought  And the children's hunger pains  Crops failed and the springtime passed  Without a single drop of rain  The weeks passed, the sheriff came  With the banke at his side  Took the farm that his family had lived on all  Their lives    Tears fell from the children's eyes  He kissed them each farewell  He be back when some work was found  But only time could tell  He knew his kin would raise them up  To be kind and gentle folk  To get as near as the best for them  Was all that he could hope    [CHORUS:]  And then the rain came - it was a blood spill  The gunfire was heard through the cities and the fields    Dug out his dusty six-gun  That he carried as a calvary scout  Made a mask from an old bandanna  Saddled up for a ride to town  Masked man slid down from the saddle  Walked the steps to the bank's front door  Left the town with a bag full of gold  And the greedy bank man dead on the floor    Thus began his career as an outlaw  Lived a life at the end of a gun  Day to day: bank to bank  Doomed to spend his life on the run  All the common people loved him  One of them who had taken a stand  Against the banks that had bled them dry  And sucked the blood of the working man    The man died as the story told it  Ambushed at the edge of town  On his feet with his six-gun blazing  Blood and gold spread on the ground  The man Lives in the lives of the people  The deeds done and the stories told  The man's gone but he Lives forever  In the tales of the guns and gold