Capercaillie Outlaws Lyrics

Outlaws Lyrics

Outlaws - available on `Get Out` 
 
She stands at the window 
Proud Mary, bad news 
Demands from the credit 
And the sheriff`s men too 
The wife of a fishermen no longer at sea 
She can always find him where whisky flows free 
 
She never called it poverty, the doorstep was clean 
Till city hall came calling to show what it means 
 
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Have you seen it before 
The names of good women and men 
Decreed by the sword and the pen 
To be outlaws all over again. 
 
The names in the churchyard are long overgrown 
Still she came kneeling with flowers of her own 
They`re watching you Mary 
In hard times afraid 
As counsel finds guilty 
For charges unpaid 
And even as the last hope is labelled and sold 
We`re all for one, Mary 
Outlawed for gold. 
 
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