Wild Ones

(专辑： Baptized In Bourbon - 2017)

Well I like to beat the law
And I piss a lot of people off
This middle finger on my hand shows I don't give a damn
If you like it or not
I ain't high class, I fight at the bar
Dive bomb, bikes and guns
And I roll with the wild ones
Yeah with the wild ones
Here we come

Got arrested in Texas and they sent me to jail
Did a night in the can, wrote this song from my cell
Running on empty, full tank of whiskey
Old lady love me but the kids still miss me
Blue lights flashing, sirens and whistles
Mugshots, whiskey, barstools and pistols
Bikers to clampers, Buck to Haggard
I'm running with the wild ones, drink till we stagger

They're always trying to make me conform into the scene
And if I did they'd try to take away more of my liberties
Why I stay free, open road
Live for the ride with the rebels, oh
And I know
My name will live even when I go

Well I like to beat the law
And I piss a lot of people off
This middle finger on my hand shows I don't give a damn
If you like it or not
I ain't high class, I fight at the bar
Dive bomb, bikes and guns
And I roll with the wild ones
Yeah with the wild ones
Here we come

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On the koozie I use a brown paper bag
Collar still blue I'm dressed in black
I got a little bit of room for a few more tats
Bourbon on my breath still living on the run
Got my last paycheck, spent it all at once
Need to phone call the sheriff, gotta call my son
Don't grow up like dad, stay away from the wild ones

One more shot of bourbon
One more thing to smoke
Am really good at living wrong
So turn me up to go

One more shot of bourbon
One more thing to smoke
Am really good at living wrong
So turn me up to go

Well I like to beat the law
And I piss a lot of people off
This middle finger on my hand shows I don't give a damn
If you like it or not
I ain't high class, I fight at the bar
Dive bomb, bikes and guns
And I roll with the wild ones
Yeah with the wild ones
Here we come