| I’m an outlaw from the south got country in my mouth
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| I’m lookin' for good lovin' all the time
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| I got outlaw in my bones and Jim Beam in a lot of my songs
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| There’s a little bit of Cherokee Indian in my eyes
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| There’s a whole lot Hank underneath this hat of mine
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| Andrew Jackson he was my kind of hero
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| Though he lived and died a hundred years ago
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| Frank and Jessie James they know’d how to rob them trains
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| But they always took it from the rich and gave it to the poor
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| They mighta had a bad name but they both had a heart of gold
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| But the greatest one of all was called Luke the Drifter
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| He wore diamond rings and his tailor made cowboy suits
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| Lawdy he was a honky tonk ramblin' man
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| He had this whole world in the palm of his hand
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| Till he died at twenty nine from the lovesick blues
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| Like young Billy the Kid and ole Jessie he had nothin' to lose
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| I’m an outlaw from the south I got country in my mouth
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| And I’m lookin' for good lovin' all the time
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| And there’s rebel in these bones there’s Jim Beam in a lot of these songs
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| There’s a little bit of Cherokee Indian in these eyes
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| And there’s a whole lot of ole Hank in this hat of mine
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| I’m and outlaw from the south I got country in my mouth
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| And I’m lookin' for good lovin' all the time
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| I got outlaw in my bones and Jim Beam in a lot of my songs
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| And there’s a little bit of Cherokee Indian in my eyes
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| And there’s a whole lot of Hank in all these songs of mine |