Sing me a story, oh spin me a song Of good versus evil, of right versus wrong Of cowboys and ladies and goodhearted 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 from my childhood I'd sing on my own Of outlaws, lovers, and home Outlaws, lovers, and home 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 Sing me a story, oh spin me a song Of good versus evil, of right versus wrong Of cowboys and ladies and goodhearted folk Of outlaws, lovers, and home Outlaws, lovers, and home