I THINK I’LL LET HIM KNOW
An outlaw but never really doing anything wrong,
Doing what’s right is not always an easy task,
He stands alone, a man with much anger to hold.
Forced was he to fight against those whom should be outlaws,
A man who is now on the run from many whom will follow,
For a dollar, a price on his head they will surely hunt.
When I find him I think I’ll let him know the war is over,
He can go home now, to the world he lives no more as he does live.