Outfit

You want to grow up to paint houses like me
With a trailer in my yard till you're twenty three
And you want to be old after forty two years
Keep dropping the hammer and grinding the gears

Well, I used to go out in a Mustang
A 302 Mach One in green
Till me and your Mama made you in the back
And I sold it to buy her a ring
And I learned not to say much of nothing
So I figured you'd already know
But in case you don't or maybe forgot
I'll lay it out real nice and slow

Don't call what you're wearing an outfit
Don't ever say your car is broke
Don't worry about losing your accent
Cause a southern man tells better jokes
Have fun, stay clear of the needle
Call home on your sister's birthday
Don't tell them you're bigger than Jesus
Don't give it away
Don't give it away

Five years in a St. Florian foundry
They call it Industrial Park
I worked hospital maintenance and tech school
Just to memorize Frigidaire parts
But I got to missing your Mama
And I got to missing you too
So I went back to painting for my old man
I guess that's what I'll always do

And don't let them take who you are boy
And don't try to be who you ain't
And don't let me catch you in Kendale
With a bucket of wealthy-man's paint

Don't call what you're wearing an outfit
Don't ever say your car is broke
Don't sing with a fake British accent
Don't act like your family's a joke
Have fun and stay clear of the needle
Call home on your sister's birthday
Don't tell them you're bigger than Jesus
Don't give it away
Don't give it away
Don't give it away
Don't give it away



Credits
Writer(s): Jason Isbell
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