[Verse 1] I get home from a long day, put on the radio Lookin for some country soul, but I dont find it, no Its a dirt road free for all, some old boys sayin theyre outlaws They dress the part and they talk the talk You know theyve been taught to walk the walk These boys think theyre tough like they been robbin banks Cause they name drop Johnny Cash and they name drop poor old Hank [Chorus] Hey pretty boy in the baseball hat You couldnt hit country with a baseball bat Country aint just about where youre at Its about bein true to whats inside You say youre an outlaw with your perfect boots That you got from your record labels image group Sing another mans song with a big drum loop Listen, son, you aint got a clue You cant buy true, tell you what they should do They should outlaw you [Verse 2] Let me paint a picture for you, Nashville in 62 The formula had proven true, they didnt let nothing new through When Waylon came to town, they didnt like his original sound They tried hard to keep him down, they tried hard to starve him out But he kept playin shows and pressin on, chippin away, song by song After years and years of struggling strong, he got his chance and he took it to number one With This Time back in 74, with his band in the back and four on the floor That one record busted down the door and the record labels had the control no more Then in 76 came the Outlaws record, sold the first million in country music ever Those old boys with long hair and braids stayed true to the south and freed the slaves And all these years later, the suits got back their grip They took the outlaw concept and they repackaged it And theres a million old Waylon fans Singin Dont yall think this outlaw bit has gotten way out of hand [Chorus] [Chorus]
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