Ode to an Outlaw

When you're an OUTLAW & no one knows your name

The name is the thing

There is always something
For this Outlaw,
The name is that thing

An Outlaw, not the old west
Not the fastest gun,
The boots, spurs or vest
The name, just the name

Old England is the jive,
Thirteen hundred and twenty five
Eau’tlawe not Outlaw back in that day

                                                          
Aristocrats some,
To the Carolinas they say

Debtors were most,
Though criminals none,

To America’s Georgia
Or Australia they would come

Share croppers, farmers,
A hard life all
The Outlaw’s they were

Family farmers, ranchers all
Time progresses,



Lawmen and mayors some become
Ministers, preachers they were as well,
Painters, truckers and pilots were some

 

OUTLAW is really my name

The name, yes the name
Childhood memories

Of school yard scorn
Because of the name,
Just the name

Even today people laugh,
Ridicule never ends



The name they make it a game,
Their attempts they see as humor

But their inner thought,
One of shock and shame

Oh that name, that name
is that really their name

Outlaw, not just a name
My Grandfather’s name,

My Father’s name
My son’s name, my family name

OUTLAW is MY name
Yes, OUTLAW is really my name

A million times over and over again
Yes, OUTLAW is really my name
OUTLAW, Lee Outlaw

This is my Ode to all
With OUTLAW as their name

_{©Copyright 2012 Dr. Lee W. Outlaw III}