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

And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore

And the only friends that's left is them behind them 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

White lightning is the horse I ride pedal to the floor

He blows hot from his nostrils and runs like Man-O-War

Someday we both may wind up in some junkyard on the side

Until that day you bet your ass we're gonna win that ride

And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore

And the only friends that's left is them behind them 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

Some super stars nowdays get too far off the ground

Singing 'bout the backroads 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 them 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