The Hour of the Outlaw

Lyrics

He checked his pocket watch and pulled his hat down low Crouched in shadowed canyon beside the stagecoach road Stood ready with his shotgun and when the stage arrived Shot the guard and stole the gold and proved his daddy right The Hour of the Outlaw Seconds beat like a drum The Hour of the Outlaw The countdown has begun His daddy was a scoundrel, a gambler and a thief Took a bullet in the back for the aces up his sleeve Before he died he said, "Son, outlaw blood runs through your veins And all I got to leave you is this pocket watch and chain" The Hour of the Outlaw Seconds beat like a drum The Hour of the Outlaw The countdown has begun The Outlaw of the stagecoach trail could not out run his fate Time had come for justice and justice would not wait An angry mob rode out to Whiskey Creek and tracked him down Left him swinging like a pendulum from the highest tree in town The Hour of the Outlaw Seconds beat like a drum The Hour of the Outlaw The countdown has begun The treasure still lies buried on the banks of Whiskey Creek Many men have searched - and failed fortunately But when the time is right some unsuspecting soul Will dig up a cursed pocket watch and strongbox full of gold The Hour of the Outlaw Seconds beat like a drum The Hour of the Outlaw The countdown has begun

Credits

Lyrics Credits: Erin Friedman

Music Credits: Erin Friedman

Producer Credits: Still Married

Performance Credits: Still Married

Metadata

Song Length: 4:23

Primary Genre: Country-Traditional

Secondary Genre: -