(Jeff Bates/Byron Hill)
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My in-laws are outlaws
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So I stay on my toes
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'Cause anything can happen
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Yeah, anything could go
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I have to lock up my ol' tool box
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And hide all my fishin' gear
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'Cause my in-laws are outlaws
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But they ain't wanted here
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She may not be like Bonnie
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ANd he ain't exactly Clyde
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They don't carry tommy-guns
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But they tote big pocket knives
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I don't turn my back for nothin'
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Though there's nothin' for me to fear
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My in-laws are outlaws
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But they ain't wanted here
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I call 'em Mom and Dad
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And they both call me son
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I'd like to call 'em lots of things
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But I just bite my tongue
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We say we love each other
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But Lord knows we ain't sincere
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'Cause my in-laws are outlaws
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But they ain't wanted here
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'Cause he drinks all my whiskey
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And she drinks all the wine
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They tell us how to raise our kids
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While theirs are doing time
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They've worn out their welcome
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And my favorite easy chair
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My in-laws are outlaws
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But they ain't wanted here
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Yeah, I bet no one would miss 'em
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If they just happened to disappear
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My in-laws are outlaws
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But they ain't wanted here
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Yeah, my in-laws are outlaws
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But they ain't wanted here
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My Inlaws Are Outlaws
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Jeff Bates |