They call me a roaming man
I'm a child of the barren plains
A lone wolf with an iron horse

And I cannot be tamed

I've got nothing to lose

I've got nothing to gain
I'm a son of the south now, baby
You're gonna know my name -- Hell, yeah!


They call me a wanted man
To me it's all the same

I raise Hell every place I go
My legend is my fame


I've got nothing to lose
I've got nothing to gain
I'm a son of the south now, baby

At the head of the game

UP TO THE DAY I DIE

WHEN IT'S MY FINAL STAND
WON'T BE NO TURNING BACK
I'LL WEAR THE OUTLAW BRAND

HELL YEAH!

They call me a roaming man

I'm a child of the barren plains
A lone wolf with an iron horse
And I cannot be tamed


They call me a wanted man
To me it's all the same

I raise Hell every place I go
My legend is my fame


I've got nothing to lose
I've got nothing to gain
I'm a son of the south now, baby

You're gonna know my name

UP TO THE DAY I DIE

WHEN IT'S MY FINAL STAND
WON'T BE NO TURNING BACK
I'LL WEAR THE OUTLAW BRAND

HELL, YEAH!