Outlaw

[Intro: Luke Combs]

Where have the rebels gone

[Chorus: Luke Combs]

We don't need another pretty boy singin' pretty songs

Fake country boys, doin' country all wrong

We need another Haggard, or a Johnny Cash

Somebody chewin' 'baccer, and whippin' ass

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

Can I get an outlaw?

[Verse 1: Upchurch]

Let me get a outlaw like the man who raised me up

Haulin' chickens to Kentucky in the back of beat up trucks

Because all I'm seein' now is Hollywood wearin' some huntin' gear

And T.V. shows 'bout idiots that think country is drinkin' beer

I'm sick of seein' skinny jeans smilin' like a cover girl

I wanna see some kids outback with .22's poppin' squirrels

I wanna see some young guns goin' out on a duck hunt

And lesser of this Flappy Bird and actin' like a lazy bum

'Cause trends got it twisted and they make country a petty style

Now where's all my country folks that actually could go survive?

When that stock market crashes I'll be somewhere deep off in these pines

Killin' shit, kickin' ass, and takin' what the hell is mine

[Chorus: Luke Combs]

We don't need another pretty boy singin' pretty songs

Fake country boys, doin' country all wrong

We need another Haggard, or a Johnny Cash

Somebody chewin' 'baccer and whipping ass

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

Can I get an outlaw?

[Verse 2: Upchurch]

I got scars on my knuckles from a loud mouth in the parkin' lot

Knife wounds in my back from so called friends that tend to lie a lot

There's snakes up in the grass but bubba, shit, I'm used to walkin' tall

And if I feel you're talkin' shit, won't second guess to jack your jaw

Today the world we live in, realness tends to wash and fade away

That's why if you ain't walkin' shit then I don't care for shit you say

I met the folks I idolize and so far they're some white ass lies

Just country fake in good disguise, now tell me how that tends to fly?

I'm on my southern pride twang, baby, come and roll with me

Backwoods as it gets and not the shit that you see on TV

I'm talking Chevy C10, kickin' up some brown rocks

.30-06 with a cedar-stained wood stock

[Chorus: Luke Combs]

We don't need another pretty boy singin' pretty songs

Fake country boys, doin' country all wrong

We need another Haggard, or a Johnny Cash

Somebody chewin' 'baccer, and whipping ass

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

Can I get an outlaw?

[Verse 3: Upchurch]

I stay comin' in like a rock so they be callin' me the Scottsdale

Cornbread fed and you know I'm raisin' plenty hell

I'm turnt up like some honkies at a kegger party in a hotel

And I'm breakin' down these barriers like drywall that needs repair

I'm cold with my shit, boy, I'm cold with my style boy

That backwoods, that hick town, that late night, that drivin' round

That George Strait cranked real loud, got lightnin' bugs on my windshield

That back road, no cops found and I'm sippin' on that hot brown

I RHEC shit, my motto, got rednecks by the truckload

That smell good, stay sprayed on, I hit downtown and take girls home

That bonfire, light that up, home grown shit, roll one

I got a gun rack in my back glass and a big gun, it holds one

[Chorus: Luke Combs]

We don't need another pretty boy singin' pretty songs

Fake country boys, doin' country all wrong

We need another Haggard, or a Johnny Cash

Somebody chewin' 'baccer, and whipping ass

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

Can I get an outlaw?