Ballad Of An Outlaw

Album cover art for "Ballad Of An Outlaw" by Darling West

Darling West - Country, Folk

Ballad Of An Outlaw

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Duration: 4:11

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Lyrics

My story is true, though I've not been in chains Today I'll be free, for I have been slain Twenty long years in these mountains I've roamed Calling them mother, church and home Seeing a wrong that I wanted to right I ended a life and ran in the night Finding no peace, just a bed made of stone Longing for mother, church and home Early in springtime, still snow on the ground I went to a hill above my old town Spotting a man that I once used to know Courting my lover, church and home Then one day A bullet came my way Shot down cold Never to grow old Will they all weep when they hear I am dead Or will they salute my killer instead I know I'll rest when they lower me down Close to my mother, church and home

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Credits

Writers
  • Mari Sandvær Kreken
  • Tor Egil Kreken