Outlaws Lyrics - Capercaillie

She stands at the window 

Proud Mary, bad news 

Demands from the credit 

And the sheriff's men too 

The wife of a fishermen no longer at sea 

She can always find him where whisky flows free 

She never called it poverty, the doorstep was clean 

Till city hall came calling to show what it means 

Chorus 

Have you seen it before 

The names of good women and men 

Decreed by the sword and the pen 

To be outlaws all over again. 

The names in the churchyard are long overgrown 

Still she came kneeling with flowers of her own 

They're watching you Mary 

In hard times afraid 

As counsel finds guilty 

For charges unpaid 

And even as the last hope is labelled and sold 

We're all for one, Mary 

Outlawed for gold.