Capercaillie - Outlaws lyrics

She stands at the window

Proud Mary, bad news

Demands from the credit

And the sheriff's men too

The wife of a fishermen no longer at sea

She can always find him where whisky flows free

She never called it poverty, the doorstep was clean

Till city hall came calling to show what it means

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Have you seen it before

The names of good women and men

Decreed by the sword and the pen

To be outlaws all over again.

The names in the churchyard are long overgrown

Still she came kneeling with flowers of her own

They're watching you Mary

In hard times afraid

As counsel finds guilty

For charges unpaid

And even as the last hope is labelled and sold

We're all for one, Mary

Outlawed for gold.

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