Let me tell you 'bout an outlaw
From the badland southern ?He worked from Okalahoma
To the California Redwood pines
He never tried to rob a poor man
And he'll never try to fire a gun
But some of the other things he never did
Have kept him always on the run
Tell it to the judge
Tell it to the world
Tell it to the blind
Sing of Michael Dodge
And how he's learned to run
And how he's learned to hide.
He's wandered up through North Dakota
And he's headed into Vancouver town
And when he gets there
He can let down his hair
And hope they never track him down
Tell it to the judge
Tell it to the world
Tell it to the blind
Sing of Michael Dodge
And how he's learned to run
And how he's learned to hide.
Tell it to the judge
Tell it to the world
Tell it to the blind
Sing of Michael Dodge
And how he's learned to run
And how he's learned to hide.