Shooter Jennings - Outlaw You Lyrics
I get home from a long day, put on the radioLookin' for some country soul, but I don't find it, noIt's a dirt road free for all, some old boys sayin' they're outlaws,They dress the part and they talk the talkYou know they've been taught to walk the walkThese boys think they're tough like they been robbin' banksCause they name drop Johnny Cash and they name drop poor old HankHey pretty boy in the baseball hatYou couldn't hit country with a baseball batCountry ain't just about where you're atIt's about bein' true to what's insideYou say you're an outlaw with your perfect bootsThat you got from your record label's image groupSing another man's song with a big drum loopListen, son, you ain't got a clueYou can't buy true, tell you what they should doThey should outlaw youLet me paint a picture for you, Nashville in '62The formula had proven true, they didn't let nothing new throughWhen Waylon came to town, they didn't like his original soundThey tried hard to keep him down, they tried hard to starve him outBut he kept playin' shows and pressin' on, chippin' away, song by songAfter years and years of strugglin' strong, he got his chance and he took it to #1With "This Time" back in '74, with his band in the back and 4 on the floorThat one record busted down the door and the record labels had the control no moreThen in '76 came the Outlaws record, sold the first million in country music everThose old boys with long hair and braids stayed true to their sound and freed the slavesAnd all these years later, the suits got back their gripThey took the outlaw concept and they re-packaged itAnd there's a million Ol Waylon fansSingin' "Don't y'all think this outlaw bit has gotten way out of hand"Hey pretty boy in your cowboy hatYou couldn't hit country with a baseball batCountry ain't just about where you're atIt's about bein' true to what's insideYou say you're an outlaw with your perfect bootsThat you got from your record label's image groupSing another man's song with a big drum loopListen, son, you ain't got a clueYou can't buy true, tell you what they should doThey should outlaw youThey should outlaw youHey pretty boy in the baseball hatYou couldn't hit country with a baseball batCountry ain't just about where you're atIt's about bein' true to what's insideYou say you're an outlaw with your perfect bootsThat you got from your record label's image groupSing another man's song with a big drum loopListen, man, you ain't got a clueYou can't buy true, tell you what they should doThey should outlaw you
