Some say he was an outlaw, that he roamed across the land with a band of unschooled ruffians and a few old fishermen,
And no one knew just where he came from or exactly what he'd done, but they said it must be something bad that kept him on the run.

Said he was an outlaw,
Said he was an outlaw.

Some day he was a poet, that he'd stand upon the hill and his voice could calm an angry crowd or make the waves stand still,
And that he spoke in many parables few could understand, but the people sat for hours and listened to that man.

They said he was an outlaw,
They said he was an outlaw,
Said he was an outlaw,
They said he was an outlaw.

Some say he was a sorcerer, a man of mystery; he could walk upon the water or make a blind man see,
That he conjured wine at weddings and did tricks with fish and bread,
He talked of being born again, raised people from the dead.

Said he was an outlaw,
They said he was an outlaw.

Some say a politician who spoke of being free; he was followed by the masses from the shores of Galilee,
He spoke out against corruption and he bowed to no decree,
They feared his strength and power - they nailed him to a tree.

Said he was an outlaw,
Said he was an outlaw,
Said he was an outlaw,
Said he was an outlaw,
Said he was an outlaw,
Said he was an outlaw,
Said he was an outlaw,
Said he was an outlaw.