Ronnie B the Outlaw

Ronnie B the outlaw, never followed rules
Anything not tied down was there for his own use
From South Carolina in the old red Pontiac
Stole his way across the land never looking back

He came to Colorado, to see what he could be
A good story teller, he made friends easily
He’d done his time in prison, quite a bit I guess
Proudly showed off bullet scars on his back and chest

Yes, he was an outlaw, and a good friend to me
High in Colorado, runnin’ wild and free, me and the B

He’d give his last five dollars, time’s when I was broke
Generous and helpful, lived by his own code
Didn’t do robbery, but he loved to steal
One day he broke into a house just to cook a meal

But one night in Dacono, for a little fun
He walked into a liquor store, pulled an empty gun
Saw the red lights flashing, wouldn’t slow it down
Cops finally stopped him, knocked him to the ground

Judge looked him over, slammed the gavel hard
Three years breakin’ rock in the gravel yard
Recalling now the old days, the closeness we had
I couldn’t do it all again but I’d never take it back