Outlaw Classics

(album: Waylon & Willie III - 2018)

[Intro:]
Hahahahaha
Y'all from Nashville
No, no, no
I'm from the real Nashville
Hahahahaha

[Struggle Jennings:]
Ladies in Nashville, raised on the West Side
When Preston Taylor was the jungle, rappers didn't mumble
Gangster's didn't dance, you got popped, you wore a muzzle
Street's had a code, we don't know you, we don't love you
Now I'm standing in a crowd full of strangers in my city
With some kid from California singing Conway Twitty
In my feelings, 'cause I'm feeling like the villain in the 'Ville
To be real I don't recognize half the people here
There's a tear in my beer, make a toast take a cheer
Live for the night, yesterday disappear
When they tore down my neighborhood, high rise condo
Friend's in high places, fly high Mondo

[Upchuch:]
I got blood drops in my whiskey
There's too many neon lights
No familiar hometown faces
Beneath these guitars late at night
These was stomping grounds once upon a time
Now it's all glam and flashy
I guess I'm old school going down slow
Like them outlaw classics

[Jelly Roll:]
It's that tequila drinking, coke sniffing, pill popping, po pimping, go get it
I'ma fuck around and leave with both women
Certified Nashvillains, baby we don't catch feelin's
Addicted to bad bitches, adrenaline, fast living
Record label send the contract, I wipe my ass with it
Outlaws, no ass kissing, just like Johnny Cash did it
Yeah, this city we be going hard
Long before they named these bars after country music stars
These scars tell them stories of them bar room brawls
The nights we stood in line to hit a line in bathroom stalls
Hit that Tiger Mart at 30 deep on Friday night
We gon' cruise, holla at girls and just ride all night

[Upchuch:]
I got blood drops in my whiskey
There's too many neon lights
No familiar hometown faces
Beneath these guitars late at night
These was stomping grounds once upon a time
Now it's all glam and flashy
I guess I'm old school going down slow
Like them outlaw classics

Son I was 17 years old still wet behind my fucking ears
Five deep in the primer Monte Carlo bumping through the 'Ville
Country as a 'mater from the outskirts of this sketchy danger zone
All I knew was feeding chickens, chasing girls, and getting home
Past two o'clock Music City went to sleep
Now it's mini New York City with a bunch of shiny teeth
Yeah they're renting out a room, but dog I'm used to pushing and shoving
I dove in every bar from Broadway to fucking DeMario
You ain't never seen a man with no legs jam out with the fiddle
You ain't never seen the witch with spoons get down and wet her whistle
You ain't never been surrounded by some rich kids up at Vandy
Broke a beer bottle and chase them bitches all the way to Campus West

I got blood drops in my whiskey
There's too many neon lights
No familiar hometown faces
Beneath these guitars late at night
These was stomping grounds once upon a time
Now it's all glam and flashy
I guess I'm old school going down slow
Like them outlaw classics