For the Outlawz

I'm an outlaw, give me two shots (What? What?)

We don't need a radio, bring the jukebox

For my outlaws, bring me three shots (What? What?)

We can raise hell before this beat stops

I'm a whiskey drinkin' 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

Splittin' these lanes, I got the common folk thinkin'

That I'm goin' insane, true outlaw, think I'm lyin'?

Just Google the name, since 2006

Me and Dirtball were rockin' this outlaw shit

And they can't stand it, 2011

Now I'm back with the Moonshine Bandits

It's that country hip-hop with this white trash renegade

Stayin' 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 just left it alone

We stay whiskey drinkin', bottle breakin'

Girlfriend takin', don't really give a fuck, you must be mistaken

B.I.G. capitol B, the rest is history

Outlaw motherfucker, don't fuck with me

I'm a whiskey drinkin' 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 two shots (What? What?)

We don't need a radio, bring the jukebox

For my outlaws, bring me three shots (What? What?)

We can raise hell before this beat stops

For my outlaws, give me two shots

We don't need a radio, bring the jukebox

For my outlaws, bring me three shots

We can raise hell before this beat stops

For the one percent patches on the leather vests

And every outlaw biker that I met on the West

I'll prolly never see the Opery, if I did I'd laugh

I'd probably break some long necks then go out like Cash

They put me in the prison trade, see ya in San Quinton

You can blame the fast livin' or 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 most of those shows were with David Allen Coe

At the motel sleepin', the truck stop eatin'

A different dive bar, drinkin' every other weekend

Like a trucker drivin' 18, I only slept two

My neck stays Red and my collar stays Blue

Three knows me, and Shooter does too

If you don't like them, then I don't like you

I'm a whiskey drinkin' 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 two shots (What? What?)

We don't need a radio, bring the jukebox

For my outlaws, bring me three shots (What? What?)

We can raise hell before this beat stops

For my outlaws, give me two shots

We don't need a radio, bring the jukebox

For my outlaws, bring me three 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 pour another round for my moonshine cousins

A toast to the West, courtesy of the South

Brought to you 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 you, baby

If you 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 diggin', frog giggin', blue-collar man

Love Waylon Jennings, Skynyrd, and Uncle Sam

What you see is what you get, that's all that I am

If you don't like that, I don't give a damn

'Cause I'm a whiskey drinkin' 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, yeah