Outlaw Angel - Frank Foster

Hey boys, looka yonder here she comes

looking fine as homemade wine in the hill hot summer sun

my piece of heaven a natural eleven had me from the start

I knew it was love the first time we touched that woman stole and blessed my

heart

She’s a outlaw angel, outlaw angel

She’s hot like the devil lord on the forth of july

She can quinch your thirst from one taste of her like an ice cold can of loud

Like a southern sunset lord she’s something to see

Like a dirt road in Louisiana she feels like home to me

Outlaw angel, she’s amazing grace in the morning when she prays

Outlaw angel, by the evening time sipping shine in the shade

Outlaw angel, she talks to the good lord everyday

Outlaw angel, still got some rowdy ways

Outlaw angel

When I’m on a whiskey, she’s right here by my side

And when I read the bible lord she prays with me at night

She like my soft hard and roughneck hands

She done took this ole bad boy and made a damn good man

Outlaw angel, it’s amazing grace in the morning when she prays

Outlaw angel, by the evening time sipping shine in the shade

Outlaw angel, she talks to the good lord everyday

Outlaw angel, this little gal of mine got some rowdy ways

Outlaw angel, Outlaw angel, this little gal of mine got some rowdy ways