My Last Girlfriend Was An Outlaw
I've written a lot of western-themed songs, but this is probably the one I had the most fun with. It basically just tells the story, from a man's perspective, about how his girlfriend was an outlaw and robbed banks and shot people. I had a lot of fun with this, a fast-paced country-western song that would probably sound great on radio.
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In den Warenkorb
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My pretty baby calls money cheddar
And said that she was craving cheese
Deferred to her, babe, you know better
I'll be right here, just get home free
She loaded up her Smith & Wesson
Grabbed her disguise, jumped on her horse
One day they'll ask me if I knew her
I'll say no, but I do of course
(Chorus)
My last girlfriend was an outlaw
Robbin' trains and fools and banks
Hung her hat in some old stage coach
That sat abandoned on the tracks
'Til one day those Marshals showed up
Shot her 10 times in the back
Yeah, my last girlfriend was an outlaw
Now she's dead, and, well, that's that
Met her at the bank of Hancock Whitney
1901 down in Mississipp'
Waving a gun in some rich man's face
And with her finger shooshed my lips
She winked and smiled and called me "cowboy"
Then ran out shootin' at the air
I tracked her down there three towns over
Told her "A shame to hide such pretty hair"
(Chorus)
And when there's no one left to mourn her
Who will tell her history
Like the time she faced a posse down
And killed the whole damn crew but three
Like when she looted Amarillo
The whole town for a bag of gold
Or how she knew the bandit Jesse
'Least his story has been told
(Chorus)
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