The Outlaw And The Stranger

He was born, in three quarter time
When the guitars played flat
The world sang out of tune

A hundred years late
But ahead of his time
And I swear not a minute too soon

They thought he was crazy
Cause he talked to walls
And once nobody listened
Except "Me and Paul"

He's a "Honky-tonk Hero"
The ladies all loved him
He learned to pick Country
In a Rock n' Roll band

And he's the cowboy
His mama let grow up to be
A "Good Hearted Woman's"
Good timin' man

They called him an outlaw
When his only crime
Was giving us gold
In exchange for our dimes

So God bless the outlaw
And the "Redhead Stranger", his friend
And God bless the pickups,
Guitars and love, when you win

And God, save the music
So we'll know where we've been