| Born down in a Louisiana bayou*
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| Daddy never had a dime
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| Ran that whiskey on a flat airline boat
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| Mama 'bout to lose her mind
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| He was taking the road of a hard outlaw
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| He was taking the road of a hard outlaw
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| Well they put daddy under the prison
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| And I was just 16
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| He said son don’t you let that still go dry
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| Won’t you do this just for me
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| And I was taking a lonely whiskey road tonight
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| And I was taking the road of a hard outlaw
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| Well I got the news from my cousin
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| Daddy was sentenced to die
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| So I loaded up that old flat airline boat
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| Full of dynamite
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| And I was taking the road of a hard outlaw
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| And I was taking the road of a hard outlaw
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| Well I creeped on down the bayou
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| Till I got to the prison lines
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| Loaded that concrete cell wall
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| Full of dynamite
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| And as I lit that fuse and backed up
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| Concrete cell wall blew
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| Me and daddy jumped on that boat
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| And the warden never had a clue
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| That he was back on the road of a hard outlaw
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| He was back on the road of a hard outlaw
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| He was taking the road of a hard outlaw
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| We were back on the road of a hard outlaw |
| Yeah, creeping down the bayou
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| Yeah, we’re gonna creep down that bayou
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| Yeah, creep on down the bayou
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| Yeah, back where the black water flows |