| She was cuter than a speckled pup just turned 21
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| She had a lot of fun playing with my gun
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| Just before the sun come up she couldn’t take no more
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| She came undone crying crawling for the door
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| And it’s hard to be an outlaw who ain’t wanted anymore
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| And the only friends that’s left is them behind them swinging doors
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| And it’s hard to keep your trying when your back is to the floor
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| And it’s hard to be an outlaw who ain’t wanted anymore
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| White lightning is the horse I ride pedal to the floor
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| He blows hot from his nostrils and runs like Man-O-War
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| Someday we both may wind up in some junkyard on the side
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| Until that day you bet your ass we’re gonna win that ride
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| And it’s hard to be an outlaw who ain’t wanted anymore
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| And the only friends that’s left is them behind them swinging doors
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| And it’s hard to keep your trying when your back is to the floor
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| And it’s hard to be an outlaw who ain’t wanted anymore
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| Some super stars nowdays get too far off the ground
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| Singing 'bout the backroads they never have been down
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| They go and call it country, but that ain’t the way it sounds
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| It’s enough to make a renegade want to terrorize the town
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| And it’s hard to be an outlaw who ain’t wanted anymore
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| And the only friends that’s left is them behind them swinging doors
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| And it’s hard to keep your trying when your back is to the floor
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| And it’s hard to be an outlaw who ain’t wanted anymore |