She wa s cuter than a speckled pup just turned 21.
S he had a lot of fun playing with my g un.
J ust before the sun come up she couldn't take no m ore.
S he came undone crying crawling for the d oor.
A nd it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted a nymore.
A nd the only friends that's left is them behind them swinging d oors.
A nd it's hard to keep your trying when your back is to the f loor.
A nd it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted a nymore.
R ecord people nowdays get too far off the g round.
S ongs 'bout the backroads they never have been d own.
T hey go and call it country but that ain't the way it s ounds.
I t's enough to make a renegade want to terrorize the t own.
A nd it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted a nymore.
A nd the only friends that's left is them behind them swinging d oors.
A nd it's hard to keep your trying when your back is to the f loor.
A nd it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted a nymore.
W hite lightning is the horse I ride pedal to the f loor.
H e blows fire from his nostrils and runs like Man-O-W ar.
S omeday we both may wind up in some junkyard on the s ide.
U ntil that day you bet your ass we're gonna win that r ide.
A nd it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted a nymore.
A nd the only friends that's left is them behind them swinging d oors.
A nd it's hard to keep your trying when your back is to the f loor.
A nd it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted a nymore.
A nd it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted a nymore.
