| We’re just backroad bad news
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| Same small town crew
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| Gettin' gone just to get right
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| Hidin' out from the blue lights
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| Buckshot stop signs
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| Bootleg moonshine
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| Little rowdy and against the grain
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| Wild west runnin' through our veins
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| If it was a hundred years ago
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| We’d be the ones on the wanted posters
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| Dead or alive in a dozen states
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| Shootin' whiskey in one-horse towns
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| Saddlin' up when the sun went down
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| Haulin' ass out of some open plain
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| Yeah, raisin' hell
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| And robbin' trains
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| Baby you look like you could be
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| An outlaw’s lady
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| I can taste danger in your kiss tonight
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| I can see us shootin' out the lights
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| If it was a hundred years ago
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| We’d be the ones on the wanted posters
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| Dead or alive in a dozen states
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| Shootin' whiskey in one-horse towns
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| Saddlin' up when the sun went down
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| Haulin' ass out of some open plain
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| Yeah, raisin' hell
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| And robbin' trains
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| Bet we’d be robbin' trains
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| Everyone would know our names
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| Forget about Jesse James
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| Bet we’d be robbin' trains
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| Bet we’d be, get your hands up
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| Go ahead, fill it up
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| Just forget about Jesse James
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| Bet we’d be robbin' trains
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| If it was a hundred years ago
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| We’d be the ones on the wanted posters
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| Dead or alive in a dozen states
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| We’d be shootin' whiskey in one-horse towns
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| Saddlin' up when the sun went down
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| Haulin' ass out of some open plain
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| Yeah, raisin' hell
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| And robbin' trains
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| We’d be raisin' hell
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| And robbin' trains
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| Yeah |