The Talleys are a progressive/contemporary southern gospel trio composed of Roger and Debra Talley, and their daughter Lauren Talley as the lead and soprano singer. Performing over 20 years, they have made appearances all over the world, gracing the most prestigious stages.
In the 1970s, Roger got his start with the Hoppers. Debra sang with the Songmasters Quartet. They married in 1978. Debra joined Roger as part of the Hoppers, and in 1984, formed the Talleys, along with Roger's brother, Kirk Talley. In 1993, the group disbanded. But by the mid 1990s, Lauren's interest and talent in singing could not be ignored, prompting her mother and father to join with her in the formation of the Talley Trio in 1996. The group has received numerous accolades from the GMA Dove Awards, Singing News Fan Awards, the Southern Gospel Music Guild Harmony Honors, the BMI Awards and SGN Music Awards.
On June 25, 2011, Lauren Talley married Brian Alvey. He officially became a member of the group on September 1, 2011—thus changing their name from the Talley Trio (back) to The Talleys. Brian sings, plays piano, bass, and guitar. He also writes songs.
The outlaws are commin' (commin', commin')
A harder ridin' bunch of outlaws no one ever saw
I don't recall the lawman that could match or beat the draw
The rode the west, they fought the best
The never lost a fight
They did their hidin' in the daytime
Ridin' most at night
The outlaws are commin' (commin', commin')
They rode into Yuma on a hot September day
Hit the bank and got the gold and then they rode away
The sheriff tried to stop 'em but he didn't really try
The sheriff thought too much of life
And he didn't wanna die
The outlaws are commin' (commin', commin')
The governor of the territory called the rangers in
The rangers caught the outlaws and the fightin' did begin
For seven hours they fought and there were bodies all around
Not one body of an outlaw lay upon the ground
The outlaws are commin' (commin', commin')
They only took the money that the rich got by their greed
And gave it to the ranchers who were desperately in need
They'd ride into the poorest section of a border town
Evenly distributed to the poorest of the town
The outlaws are commin' (commin', commin')
Maybe it was wrong to steal, but was it wrong to give?
They took many chances so a friend in need might live
One by one they've gone but still there's one alive to tell
The outlaws never failed to hear it when a friend would yell
The outlaws are commin' (commin', commin')