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She was cuter than a speckled pup, just turned twenty one She had a lot of fun, playing with my gun Just before the sun come up, she couldn't take no more She came undone, cryin', crawlin' for the door And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore And the only friends that's left is them behind them swingin' doors And it's hard to keep your trying when your back is to the floor And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore I like it when the horse I ride is pedal to the floor He blows hot from his nostrils and runs like manowar Someday we both may wind up in some junkyard heard on the side Until that day you bet your ass we're gonna whip and ride And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore And the only friends that's left is them behind them swingin' doors And it's hard to keep your trying when your back is to the floor And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore Some simple stars nowadays get too far off the ground Singing 'bout the backroads they never have been down They go and call it country, but that ain't the way it sounds It's enough to make a renegade want to terrorize the town And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore And the only friends that's left is them behind them swingin' doors And it's hard to go trying when your back is to the door And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore Aus Songtexte Mania