| Hey boys, looka yonder here she comes
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| looking fine as homemade wine in the hill hot summer sun
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| my piece of heaven a natural eleven had me from the start
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| I knew it was love the first time we touched that woman stole and blessed my
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| heart
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| She’s a outlaw angel, outlaw angel
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| She’s hot like the devil lord on the forth of july
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| She can quinch your thirst from one taste of her like an ice cold can of loud
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| Like a southern sunset lord she’s something to see
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| Like a dirt road in Louisiana she feels like home to me
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| Outlaw angel, she’s amazing grace in the morning when she prays
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| Outlaw angel, by the evening time sipping shine in the shade
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| Outlaw angel, she talks to the good lord everyday
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| Outlaw angel, still got some rowdy ways
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| Outlaw angel
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| When I’m on a whiskey, she’s right here by my side
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| And when I read the bible lord she prays with me at night
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| She like my soft hard and roughneck hands
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| She done took this ole bad boy and made a damn good man
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| Outlaw angel, it’s amazing grace in the morning when she prays
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| Outlaw angel, by the evening time sipping shine in the shade
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| Outlaw angel, she talks to the good lord everyday
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| Outlaw angel, this little gal of mine got some rowdy ways
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| Outlaw angel, Outlaw angel, this little gal of mine got some rowdy ways |