You say you don't like my kind, don't drink moonshine
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Homegrown ain't your thing
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Never been to a roadhouse knockdown drag-out
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Raised a little country cain
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You think it a crime to live my life the way my daddy did
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But if you come around to burn us down
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When the smoke clears you can bet
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There'll still be one outlaw left
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CHORUS
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I got kinfolks from Kentucky to sweet home Alabam'
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I get loud and rowdy
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That's all you need to know about who I am
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I'm just a reckless renegade
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Doin' what I do best
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And there's still one outlaw left
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I've stared down a sawed-off, mister call your dogs off
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Actin' like Billy the kid
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Rode a hog in the hard rain tryin' to catch a fast train
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Dogs couldn't catch me but the devil sure did
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I got me a wild side just about a mile wide
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Son of a shotgun shack
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Then boys like me are a dyin' breed
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But until my last breath
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There'll be still one outlaw left
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You say you don't like Skynyrd, you don't like Haggard
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Don't give a damn about Hank
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You don't like Willie, well this hillbilly
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Don't care about what you think
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REPEAT CHORUS
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So if you come around to cut me down
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Best make damn sure that I'm dead
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'Cause there's still one outlaw left
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Still One Outlaw Left
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