An Outlaw's Song Lyrics
| Song | An Outlaw's Song |
| Artist | Demun Jones & Upchurch |
| Album | The Oven |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ryan Upchurch/Demun Jones | |
| 作曲 : Ryan Upchurch/Demun Jones | |
| [Verse 1: Upchurch] | |
| I was a hundred miles an hour on an open road with a five-speed in the floor | |
| I was a clear Mason jar sittin' half full hidden in my paw paw's big red barn | |
| I was a no shirt, no money, riverside junkie runnin' on an eighth tank of gas | |
| And if that ain't redneck enough for you brother, then you can kiss my redneck ass | |
| [Chorus: Upchurch] | |
| 'Cause I was made in the shade on a gamecock farm | |
| Yeah, I was brought up 'round that waist-high grass | |
| I got some dust in my feet along this old bumpy road | |
| But I'm still truckin' on hella fast | |
| There ain't no man big enough, not enough county cops | |
| To stop me when I'm buckwild gone (Buckwild gone) | |
| Hell, what can I say and who are you to blame | |
| For me livin' out an outlaw's song (Turn it up) | |
| [Verse 2: Demun Jones] | |
| Lightin' up the road like liquid gold | |
| I'm in a crew cab honkin' on cruise control | |
| Free Bird on blast (yeah), speakers all blown | |
| Every mailbox I pass I'm swingin' on | |
| Yeah, Demarini and a ball bat | |
| Break one got another one to fall back, on (Oh) | |
| It's Jones and I'm real pissed | |
| Been a bad boy ain't get shit for Christmas | |
| Ball in the yard with the boys knuckle up | |
| Tackle no pads and we all bloodied up | |
| Heavily outweighed but let me tell you what | |
| That size don't matter when you kick them in the nuts | |
| You're messed up, I got a license to drive | |
| And it's a hundred mile an hour on I-75 | |
| I'm cuttin' Georgia down the middle like a hot butter knife | |
| Can't blame it on my momma, God knows she tried | |
| [Chorus: Upchurch] | |
| 'Cause I was made in the shade on a gamecock farm | |
| Yeah, I was brought up 'round that waist-high grass | |
| I got some dust in my feet along this old bumpy road | |
| But I'm still truckin' on hella fast | |
| There ain't no man big enough, not enough county cops | |
| To stop me when I'm buckwild gone (Buckwild gone) | |
| Hell, what can I say and who are you to blame | |
| For me livin' out an outlaw's song | |
| [Verse 3: Upchurch] | |
| Uh, hard rock, hard rock, and rap shit | |
| Shotgun shells quit actin' up on my adlibs | |
| White trash, white trash for hot wheels | |
| Gotta go my junkies who constantly want to pop pills | |
| My bills are too high for you | |
| Stealin' and wheelin' and dealin' my shit in the middle of the night | |
| A bar fight, yeah, that's not what it is | |
| You ain't gettin' any chance with this Remington | |
| I don't call the police, I keep it OG | |
| Everybody on the other side of AC know the old me | |
| So steal your bitch sit her next to my big seat | |
| Shoot a bird to your daddy, drag your ass to the concrete | |
| If I had a shotgun shell for every flying **** I gave | |
| I'd be standing in the swamp missing ducks all day | |
| True blue roughneck, little buddy come play | |
| Get fed to the hogs in the USA | |
| [Chorus: Upchurch] | |
| 'Cause I was made in the shade on a gamecock farm | |
| Yeah, I was brought up 'round that waist-high grass | |
| I got some dust in my feet along this old bumpy road | |
| But I'm still truckin' on hella fast | |
| There ain't no man big enough, not enough county cops | |
| To stop me when I'm buckwild gone (Buckwild gone) | |
| Hell, what can I say and who are you to blame | |
| For me livin' out an outlaw's song |
| zuo ci : Ryan Upchurch Demun Jones | |
| zuo qu : Ryan Upchurch Demun Jones | |
| Verse 1: Upchurch | |
| I was a hundred miles an hour on an open road with a fivespeed in the floor | |
| I was a clear Mason jar sittin' half full hidden in my paw paw' s big red barn | |
| I was a no shirt, no money, riverside junkie runnin' on an eighth tank of gas | |
| And if that ain' t redneck enough for you brother, then you can kiss my redneck ass | |
| Chorus: Upchurch | |
| ' Cause I was made in the shade on a gamecock farm | |
| Yeah, I was brought up ' round that waisthigh grass | |
| I got some dust in my feet along this old bumpy road | |
| But I' m still truckin' on hella fast | |
| There ain' t no man big enough, not enough county cops | |
| To stop me when I' m buckwild gone Buckwild gone | |
| Hell, what can I say and who are you to blame | |
| For me livin' out an outlaw' s song Turn it up | |
| Verse 2: Demun Jones | |
| Lightin' up the road like liquid gold | |
| I' m in a crew cab honkin' on cruise control | |
| Free Bird on blast yeah, speakers all blown | |
| Every mailbox I pass I' m swingin' on | |
| Yeah, Demarini and a ball bat | |
| Break one got another one to fall back, on Oh | |
| It' s Jones and I' m real pissed | |
| Been a bad boy ain' t get shit for Christmas | |
| Ball in the yard with the boys knuckle up | |
| Tackle no pads and we all bloodied up | |
| Heavily outweighed but let me tell you what | |
| That size don' t matter when you kick them in the nuts | |
| You' re messed up, I got a license to drive | |
| And it' s a hundred mile an hour on I75 | |
| I' m cuttin' Georgia down the middle like a hot butter knife | |
| Can' t blame it on my momma, God knows she tried | |
| Chorus: Upchurch | |
| ' Cause I was made in the shade on a gamecock farm | |
| Yeah, I was brought up ' round that waisthigh grass | |
| I got some dust in my feet along this old bumpy road | |
| But I' m still truckin' on hella fast | |
| There ain' t no man big enough, not enough county cops | |
| To stop me when I' m buckwild gone Buckwild gone | |
| Hell, what can I say and who are you to blame | |
| For me livin' out an outlaw' s song | |
| Verse 3: Upchurch | |
| Uh, hard rock, hard rock, and rap shit | |
| Shotgun shells quit actin' up on my adlibs | |
| White trash, white trash for hot wheels | |
| Gotta go my junkies who constantly want to pop pills | |
| My bills are too high for you | |
| Stealin' and wheelin' and dealin' my shit in the middle of the night | |
| A bar fight, yeah, that' s not what it is | |
| You ain' t gettin' any chance with this Remington | |
| I don' t call the police, I keep it OG | |
| Everybody on the other side of AC know the old me | |
| So steal your bitch sit her next to my big seat | |
| Shoot a bird to your daddy, drag your ass to the concrete | |
| If I had a shotgun shell for every flying I gave | |
| I' d be standing in the swamp missing ducks all day | |
| True blue roughneck, little buddy come play | |
| Get fed to the hogs in the USA | |
| Chorus: Upchurch | |
| ' Cause I was made in the shade on a gamecock farm | |
| Yeah, I was brought up ' round that waisthigh grass | |
| I got some dust in my feet along this old bumpy road | |
| But I' m still truckin' on hella fast | |
| There ain' t no man big enough, not enough county cops | |
| To stop me when I' m buckwild gone Buckwild gone | |
| Hell, what can I say and who are you to blame | |
| For me livin' out an outlaw' s song |
| zuò cí : Ryan Upchurch Demun Jones | |
| zuò qǔ : Ryan Upchurch Demun Jones | |
| Verse 1: Upchurch | |
| I was a hundred miles an hour on an open road with a fivespeed in the floor | |
| I was a clear Mason jar sittin' half full hidden in my paw paw' s big red barn | |
| I was a no shirt, no money, riverside junkie runnin' on an eighth tank of gas | |
| And if that ain' t redneck enough for you brother, then you can kiss my redneck ass | |
| Chorus: Upchurch | |
| ' Cause I was made in the shade on a gamecock farm | |
| Yeah, I was brought up ' round that waisthigh grass | |
| I got some dust in my feet along this old bumpy road | |
| But I' m still truckin' on hella fast | |
| There ain' t no man big enough, not enough county cops | |
| To stop me when I' m buckwild gone Buckwild gone | |
| Hell, what can I say and who are you to blame | |
| For me livin' out an outlaw' s song Turn it up | |
| Verse 2: Demun Jones | |
| Lightin' up the road like liquid gold | |
| I' m in a crew cab honkin' on cruise control | |
| Free Bird on blast yeah, speakers all blown | |
| Every mailbox I pass I' m swingin' on | |
| Yeah, Demarini and a ball bat | |
| Break one got another one to fall back, on Oh | |
| It' s Jones and I' m real pissed | |
| Been a bad boy ain' t get shit for Christmas | |
| Ball in the yard with the boys knuckle up | |
| Tackle no pads and we all bloodied up | |
| Heavily outweighed but let me tell you what | |
| That size don' t matter when you kick them in the nuts | |
| You' re messed up, I got a license to drive | |
| And it' s a hundred mile an hour on I75 | |
| I' m cuttin' Georgia down the middle like a hot butter knife | |
| Can' t blame it on my momma, God knows she tried | |
| Chorus: Upchurch | |
| ' Cause I was made in the shade on a gamecock farm | |
| Yeah, I was brought up ' round that waisthigh grass | |
| I got some dust in my feet along this old bumpy road | |
| But I' m still truckin' on hella fast | |
| There ain' t no man big enough, not enough county cops | |
| To stop me when I' m buckwild gone Buckwild gone | |
| Hell, what can I say and who are you to blame | |
| For me livin' out an outlaw' s song | |
| Verse 3: Upchurch | |
| Uh, hard rock, hard rock, and rap shit | |
| Shotgun shells quit actin' up on my adlibs | |
| White trash, white trash for hot wheels | |
| Gotta go my junkies who constantly want to pop pills | |
| My bills are too high for you | |
| Stealin' and wheelin' and dealin' my shit in the middle of the night | |
| A bar fight, yeah, that' s not what it is | |
| You ain' t gettin' any chance with this Remington | |
| I don' t call the police, I keep it OG | |
| Everybody on the other side of AC know the old me | |
| So steal your bitch sit her next to my big seat | |
| Shoot a bird to your daddy, drag your ass to the concrete | |
| If I had a shotgun shell for every flying I gave | |
| I' d be standing in the swamp missing ducks all day | |
| True blue roughneck, little buddy come play | |
| Get fed to the hogs in the USA | |
| Chorus: Upchurch | |
| ' Cause I was made in the shade on a gamecock farm | |
| Yeah, I was brought up ' round that waisthigh grass | |
| I got some dust in my feet along this old bumpy road | |
| But I' m still truckin' on hella fast | |
| There ain' t no man big enough, not enough county cops | |
| To stop me when I' m buckwild gone Buckwild gone | |
| Hell, what can I say and who are you to blame | |
| For me livin' out an outlaw' s song |
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