| Man, I’m too far gone to come back home
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| That is if I had a home to come back to
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| Livin' life on the run
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| Cigarettes on my breath, eyes hidden behind two dollar shades
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| Drinkin' what is left of that bottle from yesterday
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| From when I robbed that liquor store and shot a man in a fit of rage
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| All over some change
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| Now my hands are grippin' the wheel while I’m starin' off into space
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| This blank gaze on my face is due to way too many days
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| Of livin' life in the fast lane but I don’t know no other way
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| So I push that pedal to the metal and embrace my fate
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| Drivin' this Monte Carlo down a long and windin' road (Yeah)
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| With a pistol in the console not knowin' where I’m gon' go
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| I’ve got thoughts in my head of endin' up dead 'cause I’ve been on the run for
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| way too long
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| I’m too far gone, so they label me an
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| Outlaw, down this long and windin' road
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| Certified outlaw, not knowin' where I will go
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| Certified outlaw, do-do-do-do-do
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| Certified outlaw
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| Well them mile markers are flyin' by, no radio, just tailpipes roarin'
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| As the day turns into night and I go more into the great unknown
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| Like will the past ever catch me? |
| I’ve been expectin' it to show up for so long
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| That the inner me wouldn’t let me live for the ones who stayed to try to put me
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| on
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| They finally moved on, I guess there’s no point in beatin' a dead horse but
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| They didn’t cast their stones, they tried to help, this was my choice
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| And I’m grindin' the gears while rewindin' the years that replay in my mind
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| Like a spinnin' wind chime but every time I open my eyes I find I am here (Come
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| on)
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| Drivin' this Monte Carlo down a long and windin' road (Yeah)
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| With a pistol in the console not knowin' where I’m gon' go
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| I’ve got thoughts in my head of endin' up dead 'cause I’ve been on the run for
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| way too long
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| I’m too far gone, so they label me an
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| Outlaw, down this long and windin' road
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| Certified outlaw, not knowin' where I will go
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| Certified outlaw, do-do-do-do-do
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| Certified outlaw
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| Put it down one more time for 'em
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| (Outlaw) Certified outlaw, ohh, certified outlaw
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| (Outlaw) Certified outlaw, ohh, do-do-do-do-do
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| Certified outlaw
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| It’s the real shotgun, and I intend (And I intend, and I intend)
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| Certified outlaw, uhh
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| It’s the real shotgun, and I intend (And I intend) |