Country Outlaw - SMO

Yeah I’m a full time father and a stand up brother

Always been a problem and you can ask my mother

'Cause I came up on Hank and Cash, Beastie Boys came after that

DMC and NWA but Skynyrd always takes me back

To the dirt roads and river banks, handed down, still giving things

Home brew, old school, Chevy trucks down by the lake, now

Growing up and going hard, gambling with 16 bars

I know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em, don’t make me pull your card

It’s too far to turn around, no point in going back

I’m laced up and knee deep like I’m puddling water on this track

Big John, Hick Ross, state to state, country boss

Dirty south hustler getting it in at any cost

'Cause I’m a country outlaw

Hustler, from the backwood

You know that I’m a country outlaw

Hustler, from the backwood

Country boy coming through, 300, 6 foot 2

Kicking mud, driving fast, I’m never last I thought you knew

Southern swag in my blood, moonshine in my sweat and tears

Scars go all across my heart from doing this for too many years

Got a my pocket, on the other side is my '45 so

Don’t make me cock it, I’ll make this mud pit come alive

I’m riding home with these dirty hands, scuffed up boots and dirty pants

K5 on 35s, rolling like I don’t give a damn

Give a hand to my kinfolk and let 'em know that it’s ride or die

Face to face my enemies, they get it with me right outside the backyard

Parking lot, honky tonk or after spot

Hustle up your best herd, ten to one you ain’t got a shot

'Cause I’m a country outlaw

Hustler, from the backwood

You know that I’m a country outlaw

Hustler, from the backwood

Yeah I’m that country boy

With the backwood flow

Living off the land

By the dirt road code

I be in the mud

Where my kinfolk go

Drop them tailgates

Then pile it up, let’s roll

'Cause I’m a country outlaw

Hustler, from the backwood

You know that I’m a country outlaw

Hustler, from the backwood