For the Outlawz - Moonshine Bandits, Colt Ford, Big B

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