Good Year for the Outlaw

First time I heard
"good heared woman"
I was in my dadd's car.
He said, "Son, that's what I call music.
Listn to them guitars.
Turn it up.
Go on, turn it up."

He said, "Forget that crap you're listenin' to.
These songs, they got some meat."
I don't think I heard a single word.
I was caught up in the beat.

Turn it up.
Yeah, turn it way up."

It was wild guitars.
It was loud and hard,
some hillbilly rock 'n' roll.
It was somethin' new,
breakin' all the rules.
I could feel it down in my soul.
Waylon, and Willie playin'.
Chet and Cash takin' the country back.
Yeah, times were tough and it was hard to find a job.
But '79 was a good year for the outlaw.

It was somethin' like five years late,
I finally got my license to drive.
I was huggin' the curb the first time I heard
"A Country Boy Can Survive."
I turned it up.
Yeah, I turned it way up.

It was wild guitars.
It was loud and hard,
some hillbilly rock 'n' roll.
It was somethin' new,
breakin' all the rules.
You could feel it down in your soul.
He was the son of the original son of a gun,
takin' the country back.
The economy was the worse you ever saw.
But '85 was a good year for the outlaw.

Somewhere in some honkey tonk,
you don't even know his name.
Some young upstart just startin' out,
and he's wantin' to make a change.
Yellin', turn it up.
Come on, boys!
Turn it up.

Give me loud guitars,
playin' loud and hard a little hillbilly rock 'n' roll.
Make it somethin' new,
breakin' all the rules.
I wanna feel it down in my soul.
Let's grow our hair way down to there,
start tain' the country back.
I just want to sing a song that gets me off.
This might be a good year for the outlaw.

I just want to sing a song that gets me off.
Well, this might be a good year for the outlaw.