Well it really isn't so bad, living life this way I prefer the cold hard ground to that bed in which you lay I'd rather live in loneliness than have others wish me well The outlaw life don't pay me much, but honest work is hell So Johnny was our lookout, while Billy barred the door And I had all the townsfolk, facedown on the floor We never tried to plan this, and won't get that dial to turn We'll just blow the damn thing open, and take what doesn't burn Then we'll shoot up the town at about high noon And stumble into the only saloon, to find me a beautiful girl I can call my own Then we'll ride due west at the sound of a train Stumble through all the mud and the rain Take you anywhere in this whole wide world To be my outlaw girl Well I knew it wouldn't be too long before the posse caught our track Billy was bleeding heavy from two bullets in his back They saw God watches over the drunkards and the fools God must love his outlaws, 'cause I'm both of those too So the sheriff come a'knockin', about a quarter after ten With about 150 guns on at least 200 men The money ain't what ails us, it's the hearts that hold you dear The women all looked westward for the outlaw to appear Well I walked that lonely mile And they lynched me before dawn I knew that I was dyin', 'cause the women carried on Don't look for me in heaven, Peter just won't let me in And you won't find me down in hell, 'cause it's full of all my kin