Hard to Be an Outlaw
She was cuter than a speckled pup just turned 21
She had a lot of fun playing with my gun
Just before the sun come up she couldn't take no more
She came undone crying, crawling for the door
Well, it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore
The only friends that's left is them behind that swinging doors
And it's hard to keep your trying when your back is to the floor
And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore
The record people nowadays keep spinnin' 'round and 'round
Songs about the backroads that they never have been down
They go and call it country but that ain't the way it sounds
It's enough to make a renegade want to terrorize the town
And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore
And the only friends that's left is them behind that swingin' doors
And it's hard to keep your try up when your back is to the floor
And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore
White lightning is the horse I ride pedal to the floor
He blows fire from his nostrils and he runs like Man-O-War
Someday we both may wind up in some junkyard on the side
But until that day, you can bet your ass, we're gonna whip and ride
Well, it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore
And the only friends that's left is them behind that swingin' doors
And it's hard to keep your try up when your back is to the floor
And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore
And t's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore
She had a lot of fun playing with my gun
Just before the sun come up she couldn't take no more
She came undone crying, crawling for the door
Well, it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore
The only friends that's left is them behind that swinging doors
And it's hard to keep your trying when your back is to the floor
And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore
The record people nowadays keep spinnin' 'round and 'round
Songs about the backroads that they never have been down
They go and call it country but that ain't the way it sounds
It's enough to make a renegade want to terrorize the town
And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore
And the only friends that's left is them behind that swingin' doors
And it's hard to keep your try up when your back is to the floor
And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore
White lightning is the horse I ride pedal to the floor
He blows fire from his nostrils and he runs like Man-O-War
Someday we both may wind up in some junkyard on the side
But until that day, you can bet your ass, we're gonna whip and ride
Well, it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore
And the only friends that's left is them behind that swingin' doors
And it's hard to keep your try up when your back is to the floor
And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore
And t's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore
Credits
Writer(s): Billy Joe Shaver
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