The Silas Powell Band - Runnin with the Outlaws

Running with the Outlaws
Lyrics and Music by Jeff Powell

Hoofbeats sounding on the highway
Rain is pouring down my back
Always had to do things my way
Now there ain't no goin back

Runnin’ with a band of outlaws
Makin’ sure they know my name
Ain't the money but the glory
Cause I'm running my way guninn’ my way to fame

Robbed a bank in Oklahoma
Left two men a lying dead
Headed west for Salt Lake City
With a bounty on my head

New here I sit in San Antone
With the chains around my feet
Another day and I’ll be gone
And my maker I will meet

Cause I'm running with a band of outlaws
Making sure they’ve heard my name
Ain't the money but the glory
Cause I'm runnin’ my way gunnin’ my way to fame