Lyrics Outlaws - Creed Fisher

Outlaws

I don’t need religion
To save my soul
I sold my soul
To rock &roll
As I do this cocaine
And drink down this shot of Jim Beam
I can’t help but think of the outlaws
That came before me
Drink down a bottle of whiskey
And still find the door
Snort up three lines of cocaine
And still want three more
The scars on his face and his hands
Are easy to see
I can’t help but think of the outlaws
That came before me
We all get high
We all get stoned
We have been known to march to a beat
That’s all our own
We won’t let no one
Tell us what to be
I can’t help but think of the outlaws
That came before me
We all get high
We all get stoned
We have been known to march to a beat
That’s all our own
We won’t let no one
Tell us what to be
I can’t help but think of the outlaws
That came before me
Let’s make a toast to all of the outlaws
That came before me