The Outlaw Chords by Dan Fogelberg

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_ [G] Among the possessions of an outlaw of a low [C] class kind [G] is this little bottle of French perfume.
_ Taken as a last off from [Em] a drugstore in [C] suburbia, he [G] said, lady look [D] what I've got for you.
She [G] said, Jesse, I don't hardly even know you anymore.
And [Bm] judging from your grin, [G] you'd think you'd held up in the morn.
And I don't believe I want you coming around here anymore.
[C] _ _ _ [G] Woo hoo. _
_ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] Jesse, he was hurt boy, and he left there, and he slammed [C] the door.
[G] And he wandered [D] through the alleyways, _ [G] thinking [D] all the while that she'd [G] be proud of what
he stole [C] for her.
[G] And he tried to [D] think it better ways.
_ [Am] Dreaming of a movie that [Em] he'd [D] see one [Em] afternoon.
[Am] He drew out all his savings [Em] and he went and bought a gun.
[G] And he ran right [D] home and stood before [Em] his mirror acting like [C] a thug. _
[G] Woo hoo.
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_ _ _ [D] _ _ [G] waited [D] for a dark night, it [Em] was bright and boy the fog [C] rolled in.
[G] As a rich man he [D] came walking by.
_ [G] Hold your hands [D] up high, he [G] cried, I've come to make your fortune [C] mine.
[G] But his eyes, they gave him [D] right away.
_ [Am] Jesse dropped the gun and they [Em] both [D] stared at her [Em] where it lay.
[Am] And Jesse asked the man if [E] he'd please [Bm] give him his pay.
[G] And the man tried [D] to poke it in, [G] but there's not much he could say.
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[Em] Woo hoo.
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_ [G] In the [D] possessions [G] of an outlaw, they loved last kind.
It was this little [D] bottle of French perfume.
_ [G] Taken as a last thought from a drink store in _ suburbia.
He said, let it [D] up, what I've got for you.
[G] Oh take it all, please take it, I'm tired now I'm poor.
[Am] But this crappy French perfume is [Em] nothing [D] less than [Em] my own soul.
[G] I [Bm] was feeling half a [G] man, I wanted to be a _ [C] whore.
_ [Em] Woo hoo. _
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Woo [G] hoo. _
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