Too Old to Run (The Story of the Last Outlaw)

Accasha

Tom McQueen (The Story of the Last Outlaw)

Accasha

blues rock, southern rock, hard rock

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[Intro]
[Acoustic guitar]

(Mmh, mmh, mmh, mnh)
"too old to run"

[Verse 1]
The glass is heavy in my hand,
and the whiskey tastes older than I am.
I sit at this table,
thinking about the roads that used to know my boots,
dust flying, pistols loud,
and a younger man who believed he could never be caught.

[Verse 2]
I was an outlaw then,
not because I had to be,
but because the fire inside me demanded it.
Every dawn was another gamble,
every night another wound or another woman.
And she—
she was the one who stayed through the hardest miles,
until she didn’t anymore.

[Chorus]
Now the guns are quiet.
The horses run without me.
The hands that once pulled the trigger
can barely lift the glass.
And I wonder what’s worse:
losing the strength to run,
or losing the woman who believed in me.
"Ooooh, i miss you so, Babe"

[Verse 3]
I still hear the music of saloons,
the laughter rolling like dice on wooden floors,
the promises made in the heat of youth,
most of them broken before sunrise.
I thought I could carry that life forever,
but forever was shorter than I expected.

[Break]
[Hook]
Too old to run
Yeah
Too old to run

(Mmh, mmh, mmh, mnh)

[powerful instrumental]

[Outro]
So I drink to the man I was,
to the nights that never come back,
to the woman whose face I still see
when the firelight bends.
The outlaw in me is fading,
but he’s not gone.
He’s just sitting here,
too old to run,
watching the years disappear into the bottom of the glass.

[Whispering]
Too old to run
(Mmh, mmh, mmh, mnh)

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If you like the songs by Tom McQueen (The Story of the Last Outlaw), then feel free to check out the playlist https://suno.com/playlist/7a688b4f-f533-4666-8b29-5d2cbc4e18fe Lyrics: Copyright © 2025 Accasha All Rights Reserved [Intro] [Acoustic guitar] (Mmh, mmh, mmh, mnh) "too old to run" [Verse 1] The glass is heavy in my hand, and the whiskey tastes older than I am. I sit at this table, thinking about the roads that used to know my boots, dust flying, pistols loud, and a younger man who believed he could never be caught. [Verse 2] I was an outlaw then, not because I had to be, but because the fire inside me demanded it. Every dawn was another gamble, every night another wound or another woman. And she— she was the one who stayed through the hardest miles, until she didn’t anymore. [Chorus] Now the guns are quiet. The horses run without me. The hands that once pulled the trigger can barely lift the glass. And I wonder what’s worse: losing the strength to run, or losing the woman who believed in me. "Ooooh, i miss you so, Babe" [Verse 3] I still hear the music of saloons, the laughter rolling like dice on wooden floors, the promises made in the heat of youth, most of them broken before sunrise. I thought I could carry that life forever, but forever was shorter than I expected. [Break] [Hook] Too old to run Yeah Too old to run (Mmh, mmh, mmh, mnh) [Chorus] Now the guns are quiet. The horses run without me. The hands that once pulled the trigger can barely lift the glass. And I wonder what’s worse: losing the strength to run, or losing the woman who believed in me. "Ooooh, i miss you so, Babe" [powerful instrumental] [Outro] So I drink to the man I was, to the nights that never come back, to the woman whose face I still see when the firelight bends. The outlaw in me is fading, but he’s not gone. He’s just sitting here, too old to run, watching the years disappear into the bottom of the glass. [Whispering] Too old to run (Mmh, mmh, mmh, mnh)

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