Outlaws Need Love Too

He was an outlaw passin’ through
That’s what outlaws do
They’re never in one place very long

What you see is what they own
But they’d rather be alone
Even when they’re with the one they love

Chorus
But the highway takes a toll
On the body and the soul
Sometimes you’ll second guess your way of life

But outlaws need love too
And they’ll come home to you
On a cold, cold, lonely night

You better love ‘em while they’re here
And always live in fear
Tomorrow they may ride away

But just smile and wave goodbye
Don’t let ‘em see ya cry
Maybe next time he’ll stay

Repeat Chorus

It was the 22nd day
On the calendar’s last page
And out the window you see a lone headlight

He told you the truth
That he’d come back to you
On a cold, cold, lonely night

The highway took its toll
Now he’s tired and he’s old
And a place to lay his head is just in sight

He’s come home for good
Just like he said he would
On a cold, cold, lonely night

Cold, cold, lonely night

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My daughter, Sally, took this picture to go with the song I wrote, I Wear My Father’s Clothes.  While my father was dying of cancer, my own cancer was showing its ugly head.  But I wouldn’t know it was there until after I buried my dad.  I wore his coat to all my chemo treatments.  It helped to make it feel like he was with me and I wrote this song while hooked to those IV’s. 

We are in the process of adding some samples of my music to the website, but for now, if you would like to hear a couple of my songs, please email me at kenbaby1955@yahoo.com.

I Wear My Father’s Clothes

written by Ken Boutwell & Lucky Kelson

I wear my daddy’s clothes, they fit a little loose
Takes two pair of socks, just to fill his boots.
An old cowboy hat, some gloves that he wore,
Mean more to me now, than ever before.

There’s something that I do that nobody knows,
When I miss my father, I wear his clothes.

I miss my ol’ man, my buddy, my best friend.
I like to wear his clothes every now and then.
It’s just my way of keepin’ him around,
I’ll put on his ol’ gloves, take a walk, and hold his hand.

Daddy was the kind of man who took pride in what he wore.
He loved to wear those snake skin boots, as a kid he couldn’t afford.
Daddy never wore a suit, but one thing I know,
When Daddy put on his cowboy coat, it was the man that made the clothes.

I sat at the foot of my daddy’s bed, & swamp some guitar for his woes
Beneath the sheets I see he’s still keeping time with his toe
Daddy kept his pain to himself, so no one else would know
Then my Daddy left this world, and now I wear his clothes.

Someday before I go, I’ll hang his old clothes up,
Hope my kids will wear them, and think of us and say…

We miss our ol’ man, our papa, our two best friends.
We like to wear their clothes every now and then.
It’s just our way of keepin’ them around.
We can put on their ol’ gloves, take a walk, and hold their hands.

I lost my last fight by decision, in Memphis, TN, to Walter Ivory, formerly ranked #1.  I took a tremendous beating and realized I enjoyed it, so I decided I should quit. 

The beatings took a toll.  I fought 10 rounds with a broke thumb, have permanent scaring in my left eye with 85% vision loss add with that some memory loss and a tendancy to jump at bells.  Amazing the lengths a man will go to to impress chicks.  Pretty cool!