Written and sung by Ramblin’ Wayn Freewindmusic. inc (c) 2011... against the
explotation of BASTARTS....
Sometimes my thoughts reach the absurdities of life. The poverty, misery, the rejection of capitalism, the dirty talk of the multi-national. There are people dying of hunger, insecurity, exploitation, and there are some people getting mad of grief. There are politicians whom talk is full of demoniacally, full of hypocrisy, what makes the world sometimes completely confused. Is this the will of God? But the spirit upstairs looks down and let some of us suffer in violent disaster. Why? Look at the movies, television, and all insanity. Psychisis my friends! and God is in a dialogue with the devil. Who will save nature? Who will save the animal? 666? The number of the beast? The spirits of the Indian, blacks, whites? Do we know after all why we are still here? All these facts made me writing songs, these are my thoughts, that made me quiver now and then. Who am I? Lonesome? Viking? Alien? Gypsy?But I also remember the good things, like pure love, my mother, and the time I was a friend of Mustangs.
Therefore I writing songs to convince me of the grunch of our society. But thanks Lord there are good people.. with the heart in the middle... and outlaws like Jesse Stone.... Hard, ruthless, without mercy... forgive me, for writing these songs are not my pleasure, just essential...
Wayn

THE OUTLAW JESSE STONE
I hate people with thoughts made of concrete
thinking this world is a mount of dirt
I hate people with white caps on their heads, killing Indians and black men
and there’s always a guy like me spittin’ on their words
when it come s to hate I’m a bad man
you know, thoughts, amigos, they are too human to denied
I’m always be a peacefull guy but some damn fool made me a devils child...
Pour me another glass of bourbon for I’m talking to the devil
he says Wayn; the train to redemption will be delay
I’m already cocked my gun and how i hate this
justice must be done- blowin the gun smoke away
and when you don’t like this song please forgive me
for there’s no excuse after all
i just tryin tell how i feel around midnight
when i become the outlaw Jesse Stone
You know people dying of hunger
Homeless children they sniffin’ glue
One of them told me: hey man! There ain’t no mo tomorrow
There’s only darkness there’s only doom!
All the world leaders are hypocrites
They’re looking at the dead man’s eyes
And the one who’s fighting for our freedom
Got shot in the head-twice
When tears a rolling in to my whiskey I become the outlaw Jesse Stone
So many times a was a calling for Jesus, but he wasn’t home..