| I’ve been a rough houser, a good time sleep arounder
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| A straight up whiskey pounder, till I don’t know my name
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| I’ve been a church goer, a front pew bible holder
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| A cry on my momma’s shoulder when she saw me change
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| But each day’s a choice, which one I’m gonna be…
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| God bless outlaws like me
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| I curse the sun, I pray for rain
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| I’ve run a mile to walk through pain
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| I’ve seen the worst and I’ve seen the best that I could be
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| God bless outlaws like me
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| I’ve been an SOB’er, a night time bar room leaner
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| A go back and forth betweener, and that’s the truth
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| And I’ve been a come home early, get to my girl in a hurry
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| At night so she didn’t worry, I even said I love you
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| But each day’s days a choice, to love her or livin' free…
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| God bless outlaws like me
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| I curse the sun, I pray for rain
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| I’ve run a mile to walk through pain
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| I’ve seen the worst and I’ve seen the best that I could be
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| God bless outlaws like me
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| I curse the sun, I pray for rain
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| I’ve run a mile to walk through pain
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| I’ve seen the worst and I’ve seen the best man I can be
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| God bless outlaws, God bless outlaws
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| God bless outlaws like me |