The Outsider

Words

IHe was a hangman fella, sang the backdoor blues Ate with the mercenaries, but only spoke the truth What kind of Man, what kind of Man? What kind of man, is this? Look at the state you’re in Why don’t you talk to him?

IIHe was a hopeful healer, selling snake oil and gin Makes a monument, of a pretty girl’s sin What kind of Man, what kind of Man? What kind of man, is this? Look at the state you’re in Why don’t you talk to him?

IIIHe was a little bit touched, by the devil and God But you can’t get enough, and you just don’t know why? What kind of Man, what kind of Man? What kind of man, is this? Look at the state you’re in Why don’t you talk to him?