This is a "story song" in the American folk - country tradition of such ballads as "Pretty Polly" and "Barbara Allen". The acoustic guitar lead, together with the featured mandolin, pedal steel and harmonica combine to paint a picture of a small town in the Old West. Female Vocals, Country, Country Ballads
Description: This is a "story song" in the American folk - country tradition of such ballads as "Pretty Polly" and "Barbara Allen". The acoustic guitar lead, together with the featured mandolin, pedal steel and harmonica combine to paint a picture of a small town in the Old West.
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Arrangement: Band / Ensemble Instruments: Guitar, Drums, Bass, Electric Guitar, Mandolin, Jews Harp, Steel Guitar, Piano Vocal Mix: Female Vocals Language: English
Album: Town And Country
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HE WAS WANTED IN A FEW STATES WHERE HE HAD LEFT HIS MARK WITH A TRAIL OF BROKEN PROMISES WHISPERED IN THE DARK MAYBE THIS TIME HE WOULD SETTLE DOWN AND MAKE A BRAND NEW START HE SHOULD'VE KNOWN THERE IS NO WAY TO TAME AN OUTLAW HEART. . .
YOU CAN'T TAME AN OUTLAW HEART YOU CAN'T CATCH A SHOOTING STAR YOU CAN'T TEACH WHAT CAN'T BE TAUGHT YOU CAN'T HAVE WHAT YOU CAN'T HOLD YOU CAN'T CHANGE COLD STEEL TO GOLD IT'S A FIGHT THAT CAN'T BE FOUGHT YOU CAN'T TAME AN OUTLAW HEART.
SHE BLEW IN WITH A DUST STORM THE LAST DAY IN JULY YOUNG AND WILD AND WILLING AND THAT'S WHY SHE CAUGHT HIS EYE SHE WENT WITH HIM THAT EVENING HE WOKE AND SHE WAS GONE SHE LEFT A NOTE THAT ONLY SAID "IT'S TIME FOR MOVIN' ON". . .
A DESPERATE SHOW-DOWN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT ONE WOULD STAND, AND ONE WOULD FALL HE FACED THE MIRROR, AND HE CURSED THE MORNING LIGHT HE SHOULD'VE KNOWN BEST OF ALL. . .