' Outlaw Ballad ... ' (Part 2 of 2) (Cowboy Poem # 9)

Nuthin’, But Trouble and Texas-Tuff But for You – Stuff’s About To Get Rough By Now, You Should Have Had Enough Now, Make Your Choice, Hang ‘Em High, or Cuffs ? … … Come Out With Your Hands Us ! … Outlaw ! Are You That Hot-Bloodied, Heart Killer ? … Outlaw ! Well, You Look A Lot Like Him, Mister … Outlaw ! … by the way, that You Kissed Her … You’re An Outlaw ! Beneath Stars or by Light Of The Moon I’m Riding Fast … Will Catch Up Soon Midnight … Will Be Our Stroke Of High Noon I Stand-Steady … I Will Not Swoon … … This Is Your Once In A Blue Moon ! … Chorus: … and Outlaw ! … I’m Calling You Out ! Outlaw ! … Come Out, Of Your Hide-Out ! Outlaw ! … There Is No Doubt … … You’re My Outlaw … Outlaw ! … I’m Bringing You In ! … You’ll Never Ride The Range Again Outlaw ! … ‘Cause Only Then … … You’ll Be My Outlaw … Outlaw !