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Ode to an Outlaw

by JindaLee

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One day several years ago I found a old picture in a National Geographic magazine. It was a very small black and white photo from the late 1800's. The picture was of a man sitting on a chair, cleaning his gun. There was some solitude that drew me to it, so I decided to paint it. Many years later I went back to that photo and read the small explanation that went with it. All it said was "Harvey Alexander Logan (aka: Kid Curry), 1867 - June 17, 1904. An American Outlaw." I began to read more about him. His story is a lonely one, tragic, yet in some ways victorious. I will let the song tell the story.

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The first time you shot a man
It was his gun that jammed
And to run from a crooked judge
You became an outlaw

And stealing names from your friends
For all of your unclaimed children
But your only lasting desire was money and revenge

No you can't have it all
No you can't take it all
But what would you take
When everything is at stake
Cause up on that snow covered hill
I can see how we lived

And they called you the wildest of the bunch
You killed the most men in the west
Now a painted picture on a shelf
Caught there in black, white and dust

And running with a stolen horse
When all you felt was remorse
With both of your brothers killed
You the last left of the three

No you can't have it all
No you can't take it all
Oh but what would you take
When it's all at stake
Cause up that snow covered hill
I can see how we died

No you can't have it all
Oh you can't take it all
But what would you take
When everything is at stake
Cause up on that snow covered hill
I can see our whole lives
Snow blown hill won't cover all our mistakes

Now your just a ghost in the gravel
Of a greying desert exile
Galloping frantically into the dead unknown
And smoke rising desperately
Gasping at a lonely breeze
Fire hunting down every lost soul on this land.

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released March 4, 2012
This song was recorded in December 2011. Lyrics and song written by JindaLee Lehmann. Production, arrangement and instrumentation played and written by Chris Bartos.

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JindaLee Toronto, Ontario

JindaLee is a Berlin based singer/songwriter. She released her fourth full length album, Vela in 2019.
Born and raised in rural Alberta, Canada. She has lived in Europe, Montreal and Japan before moving to Toronto where she met the band she played with for over five years. She began a solo electronic project in Berlin. JindaLee has toured extensively in North America, Europe, and Japan. ... more

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