| I’m an Outlaw, give me 2 shots
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| We don’t need a radio, bring the jukebox
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| For my Outlawz, bring me 3 shots
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| We can raise hell before this beat stops
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| I’m a whiskey drinking S.O.B.
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| If you don’t like that then you won’t like me
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| I’m an Outlaw
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| I said I’m an Outlaw
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| Fire up the Harley, now I’m off to Cali to do my thing
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| Rollin down the 15 full speed, splitting these lanes
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| I got the common folk thinking that I’m going insane
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| True outlaw, think I’m lying just google the name
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| Since 2006, me and Dirtball were rocking this Outlaw shit
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| And they can’t stand it, 2011 and now I’m back with the Moonshine Bandits
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| It’s that country hip-hop with this white trash renegade
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| Staying real motherfuckers till they put us in the grave
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| Pistol in my pocket, now it’s straight at your dome
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| You the kinda kid that should have left it alone
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| We stay whiskey drinking, bottle breaking, girlfriend taking
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| We don’t really give a fuck, you must be mistaken
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| B.I.G. |
| capital B, the rest is history, outlaw motherfucker, don’t fuck with me
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| 'Cause I’m a whiskey drinking S.O.B.
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| If you don’t like that then you won’t like me
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| I’m an Outlaw
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| I said I’m an Outlaw
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| I’m an Outlaw, give me 2 shots
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| We don’t need a radio, bring the jukebox
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| For my Outlawz, bring me 3 shots
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| We can raise hell before this beat stops
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| For my Outlawz, give me 2 shots
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| We don’t need a radio, bring the jukebox
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| For my Outlawz, bring me 3 shots
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| We can raise hell before this beat stops
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| For 1% patches on the leather vests
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| And every Outlaw Biker that I met on the West
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| I’ll probably never see the Opry, if I did I’d laugh
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| I’d probably break some long necks then go out like Cash
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| They bump me into prison, Tracy and San Quentin
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| You can blame the fast living, all the whiskey and women
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| Radio don’t need to love me, but they need to respect it
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| I’m here to pick the pieces up where Bob Rock left it
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| I done a few shows where the Sheriff won’t go
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| And some of those shows were with David Allen Coe
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| In the motel sleeping, the truck stop eating
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| A different dive bar, drinking every other weekend
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| Like a trucker driving 18, I only slept 2
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| My neck stays Red and my collar stays Blue
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| Hey 3 knows me, and Shooter does too
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| If ya don’t like them, then I don’t like you
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| 'Cause I’m a whiskey drinking S.O.B.
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| If you don’t like that then you won’t like me
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| I’m an Outlaw
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| I said I’m an Outlaw
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| I’m an Outlaw, give me 2 shots
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| We don’t need a radio, bring the jukebox
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| For my Outlawz, bring me 3 shots
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| We can raise hell before this beat stops
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| For my Outlawz, give me 2 shots
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| We don’t need a radio, bring the jukebox
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| For my Outlawz, bring me 3 shots
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| We can raise hell before this beat stops
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| Let me get mic one time and I’ll show ya how a Southern Boy does it
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| And poor another round for my Moonshine Cousins
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| A toast to the West, courtesy of the South
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| Brought to ya by Colt Ford, people all aboard
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| It’s the Midnight Rider, call me Baby Bocephus
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| For truckers and one percenters, I’m the Southern Representer
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| The Midnight Rider, a Shotgun Shooter
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| Real Bad Motherfucker, I’m the Liquor Store Looter
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| Anyway you want it I can give it to ya baby
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| If ya work it just right maybe you can get the gravy
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| Damn, Katy Perry was right these Cali girls need to come
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| To the South and see that Southern Squirrel
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| I’m a mud digging, frog gigging, blue-collar man
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| Love Waylon Jennings, Skynyrd, and Uncle Sam
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| What you see is what you get, that’s all that I am
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| If ya don’t like that, I don’t give a damn
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| 'Cause I’m a whiskey drinking S.O.B.
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| If you don’t like that then you won’t like me
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| I’m an Outlaw
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| I said I’m an Outlaw |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song For the Outlawz , by - Moonshine Bandits. Song from the album Whiskey and Women Deluxe Shiner Edition, in the genre Иностранный рок