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Lost, But Not Really
Redwood

Father of an Outlaw (Mumy)
 
Somewhere out of Victorville in 1868
Rode the father of an outlaw to an outlawís fate
Well, Son, Iíve heard some talk about the friends you keep
And I hate to see my best boy going wrong
 
But the sayings true and it goes to you ďYou better look before you leapĒ
because once you jump you ainít in the air for long

You have to ride ride
You must move to stay alive
You have to run
Just to run another day
It ainít a matter of being brave
Youíre just racing to your grave
And itís not a man of brains who robs banks and trains

Yeah, you have to ride ride
You must move to stay alive
You have to run
Just to run another day
It ainít a matter of being brave
Youíre just racing to your grave
And itís not a man of brains who robs banks and trains
 
A cooper hawk flies on a windy Texas evening
An outlaw dies far away from home
A father sighs but firmly keeps believing
That the good Lordís arms will hold his rolling stone
 
Now he can rest from his ride
He can lay his gun aside
Now heís crossing over a river mighty wide
Whether courage knows no chains
Or laughter ever pains
Someone said a prayer for him of whoís to blame

 
words and music by Bill Mumy
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