Can I Get an Outlaw

Back in the day it was a six gun, and a six-string

Man, that was country

And that's the way country still ought to be

It was lived, not taught, it was earned, not bought

Had to put in the work to get to the top

Let me tell you, what I thinks really gone wrong

These days it's all wannabes singing someone else's songs

Everybody's doing the same damn thing

Where have the rebels gone?

'Cause we don't need

Another pretty boy, singin' pretty songs

Fake country boys, doin' country all wrong

Need another Haggard, or a Johnny Cash

Somebody chewing tobacco, and whipping ass

I need preacher, I need a savior

How about y'all?

Can I get an outlaw?

It don't have to be honkytonks, boots, and Wrangler jeans

It ain't the banjo or the fiddle, no

It's the words and what they mean

If you gonna talk the talk, you better walk the walk

And brother, that's the truth

So honestly, what would Waylon do?

I can guarantee that if he was alive today

He'd ask us one more time

"Hoss you sure Hank done it this way?"

'Cause we don't need

Another pretty boy, singin' pretty songs

Fake country boys, doin' country all wrong

Need another Haggard, or a Johnny Cash

Somebody chewin' tobacco, and whippin' ass

I need preacher, I need a savior, how 'bout y'all?

Can I get an outlaw?

Are the good times really gone for good?

Or can we get back to our roots?

It's about that time we raise the bar

So raise a glass if you feel like I do

'Cause we don't need

Another pretty boy, singing pretty songs

Fake country boys, doin' country all wrong

Need another Haggard, or a Johnny Cash

Somebody chewin' tobacco, and whippin' ass

I need preacher, I need a savior, how 'bout y'all?

I pray country answers my call

Can I get an outlaw?

Oh, can I get an outlaw?