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