Outlaw
(专辑: Heart Of America - 2016)
Where have the
rebels gone We don't need another pretty boy singing pretty songs Fake country boys, doing country all wrong Need another Haggard, or a
Johnny Cash Somebody chewing 'baccer, and whipping ass I
need a
preacher, I
need a
savior, how about y'all? Can I
get an outlaw? Let me get a
outlaw like the
man who raised me up Hauling chickens to Kentucky in the
back of beat up trucks Because all I'm seeing now is Hollywood wearing some hunting gear And T.V. shows 'bout idiots that think country is drinking beer I'm sick of seeing skinny jeans smiling like a
cover girl I
wanna see some kids outback with .22's popping squirrels I
wanna see some young guns going out on a
duck hunt And lesser of this Flappy Bird and acting like a
lazy bum Cause trends got it twisted and they make country a
petty style Now where's all my country folks that actually could go survive When that stock market crashes I'll be somewhere deep off in these pines Killing shit, kicking ass, and taking what the
hell is mine We don't need another pretty boy singing pretty songs Fake country boys, doing country all wrong Need another Haggard, or a
Johnny Cash Somebody chewing 'baccer and whipping ass I
need a
preacher, I
need a
savior, how about y'all? Can I
get an outlaw? I
got scars on my knuckles from a
loud mouth in the
parking lot Knife wounds in my back from so called friends that tend to lie a
lot There's snakes up in the
grass, but, bubba shit, I'm used to walking tall And if I
feel you're talking shit, won't second guess to jack your jaw Today the
world we live in, realness tends to wash and fade away That's why if you ain't walking shit then I
don't care for shit you say I
met the
folks I
idolize and so far they're some white ass lies Just country faking good disguise, now tell me how that tends to fly I'm on my southern rhyme twang, baby, come and roll with me Backwoods as it gets and not the
shit that you see on T.V. I'm talking Chevy C10, kicking up some brown rocks .30-06 with a
cedar-stained wood stock We don't need another pretty boy singing pretty songs Fake country boys, doing country all wrong Need another Haggard, or a
Johnny Cash Somebody chewing 'baccer, and whipping ass I
need a
preacher, I
need a
savior, how about y'all? Can I
get an outlaw? I
stay coming in like a
rock so they be calling me the
Scottsdale Cornbread fed and you know I'm raising plenty hell I'm turnt up like some honkies at a
kegger party in a
hotel And I'm breaking down these barriers like drywall that needs repairs I'm cold with my shit, boy, I'm cold with my style boy That backwoods, that hick town, that late night, that driving round That George Strait cranked real loud, got lightning bugs on my windshield That back road, no cops found and I'm sipping on that hot brown I
wreck shit, my motto, got rednecks by the
truckload That smell good stay sprayed on, I
hit downtown and take girls home That bonfire, light that up, home grown shit, roll one I
got a
gun rack in by back glass and a
big gun, it holds one We don't need another pretty boy singing pretty songs Fake country boys, doing country all wrong Need another Haggard, or a
Johnny Cash Somebody chewing 'baccer, and whipping ass I
need a
preacher, I
need a
savior, how about y'all? Can I
get an outlaw?