Sing me a story, oh spin me a song
Of good versus evil, of right versus wrong
Of cowboys and ladies and good-hearted folk
Of outlaws, lovers, and home
Outlaws, lovers, and home
I came here from Texas, I traveled alone
With only my guitar to comfort my bones
And songs of my childhood I'd sing on my own
Of outlaws, lovers, and home
Outlaws, lovers, and home
Ladida da da da
La da da da da
Ladida da da da da
Ladida
I made it this far and I ain't looking back
No use in crying for things that I lack
These strings sing out sweetly wherever I roam
Of outlaws, lovers, and home
Outlaws, lovers, and home
Ladida da da da
La da da da da
Ladida da da da da
Ladida
Sing me a story, oh spin me a song
Of good versus evil, of right versus wrong
Of cowboys and ladies and good-hearted folk
Of outlaws, lovers, and home
Outlaws, lovers, and home