| I was born a country singer
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| I love Charley Pride
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| Raised on 'He Stopped Loving Her'
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| Cut my teeth on 'Mama Tried'
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| Yes, I love Hank Wiliams
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| But I still love rock 'n roll
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| Hank Jr, me and Waylon,
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| We’re all cut from the same mold
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| And they say country’s changin'
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| And we must all adjust
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| But I still think there’s lots of room
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| For old outlaws like us I love to jam with the Skynyrd band
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| 'Cause 'Freebird'chills my bones
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| And I’ve talked trash with Johnny Cash
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| And I’ve sung with George Jones
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| And I have played on the Opry stage
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| Where the country legends stood
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| Where you don’t give lies or alibis
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| 'Cause they don’t do no good
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| And Lord, I guess, that I’ve been blessed
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| Though I have been kicked and cussed
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| But it’s nothing new to moan the blues
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| For old outlaws like us And I wear this country banner
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| And I’m proud to wave the flag
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| And you can talk all day 'bout the next Billy Ray
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| But I’ll cast my vote for Hag
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| And when all those screamin’metal bands
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| Have corroded into rust
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| There’ll still be a show on Music Row
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| For old outlaws like us Now, I don’t have a crystal ball
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| To tell what lies ahead
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| But I play my way, though some folks say
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| Country rock is dead
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| And you may call me old-fashioned
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| You may think I’m insane
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| But rhythm and blues is in my blood
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| And pumping through my veins
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| And I’ve still got some loyal fans
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| That I know I can trust
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| Who will sell their souls for rock 'n roll
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| And old outlaws like us Repeat Chorus |