Lyrics Outlaw's Reward - Hank Williams Jr.

Outlaw's Reward

I’ve always been labeled as the rip-roarin' hell raising kind
But you know here lately I’ve got other things on my mind
Like livin' and dyin' and where I’ll spend eternity
And what kind of reward Jesus have you got on me
Down here on earth there’s a big price on my head
But I have my friends and my loved ones who’ll cry when I’m dead
And someday we’ll all sing along from the other side
Cause I’ve heard that everyone wanted behind your heavenly gates in the sky
What kind of reward Jesus have you got out on me
I wonder how the words on my big wanted poster do read
And oh how I’d love to be takin' into your custody
And what kind of reward Jesus have you got out for me
What kind of reward Jesus have you got on me…
And oh how I’d love to be takin' into your custody
And what kind of reward Jesus have you got out for me