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(Travis Tritt)



I was born a country singer

I love Charley Pride

Raised on `He Stopped Loving Her`

Cut my teeth on `Mama Tried`

Yes, I love Hank Wiliams

But I still love rock `n roll

Hank Jr, me and Waylon,

We`re all cut from the same mold

And they say country`s changin`

And we must all adjust

But I still think there`s lots of room

For old outlaws like us



I love to jam with the Skynyrd band

`Cause `Freebird` chills my bones

And I`ve talked trash with Johnny Cash

And I`ve sung with George Jones

And I have played on the Opry stage

Where the country legends stood

Where you don`t give lies or alibis

`Cause they don`t do no good

And Lord, I guess, that I`ve been blessed

Though I have been kicked and cussed

But it`s nothing new to moan the blues

For old outlaws like us



And I wear this country banner

And I`m proud to wave the flag

And you can talk all day `bout the next Billy Ray

But I`ll cast my vote for Hag

And when all those screamin` metal bands

Have corroded into rust

There`ll still be a show on Music Row

For old outlaws like us



Now, I don`t have a crystal ball

To tell what lies ahead

But I play my way, though some folks say

Country rock is dead

And you may call me old-fashioned

You may think I`m insane

But rhythm and blues is in my blood

And pumping through my veins

And I`ve still got some loyal fans

That I know I can trust

Who will sell their souls for rock `n roll

And old outlaws like us



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(Travis Tritt)



I was born a country singer

I love Charley Pride

Raised on `He Stopped Loving Her`

Cut my teeth on `Mama Tried`

Yes, I love Hank Wiliams

But I still love rock `n roll

Hank Jr, me and Waylon,

We`re all cut from the same mold

And they say country`s changin`

And we must all adjust

But I still think there`s lots of room

For old outlaws like us



I love to jam with the Skynyrd band

`Cause `Freebird` chills my bones

And I`ve talked trash with Johnny Cash

And I`ve sung with George Jones

And I have played on the Opry stage

Where the country legends stood

Where you don`t give lies or alibis

`Cause they don`t do no good

And Lord, I guess, that I`ve been blessed

Though I have been kicked and cussed

But it`s nothing new to moan the blues

For old outlaws like us



And I wear this country banner

And I`m proud to wave the flag

And you can talk all day `bout the next Billy Ray

But I`ll cast my vote for Hag

And when all those screamin` metal bands

Have corroded into rust

There`ll still be a show on Music Row

For old outlaws like us



Now, I don`t have a crystal ball

To tell what lies ahead

But I play my way, though some folks say

Country rock is dead

And you may call me old-fashioned

You may think I`m insane

But rhythm and blues is in my blood

And pumping through my veins

And I`ve still got some loyal fans

That I know I can trust

Who will sell their souls for rock `n roll

And old outlaws like us



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