(Travis Tritt)
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I was born a country singer
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I love Charley Pride
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Raised on 'He Stopped Loving Her'
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Cut my teeth on 'Mama Tried'
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Yes, I love Hank Wiliams
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But I still love rock 'n roll
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Hank Jr, me and Waylon,
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We're all cut from the same mold
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And they say country's changin'
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And we must all adjust
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But I still think there's lots of room
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For old outlaws like us
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I love to jam with the Skynyrd band
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'Cause 'Freebird' chills my bones
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And I've talked trash with Johnny Cash
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And I've sung with George Jones
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And I have played on the Opry stage
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Where the country legends stood
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Where you don't give lies or alibis
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'Cause they don't do no good
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And Lord, I guess, that I've been blessed
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Though I have been kicked and cussed
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But it's nothing new to moan the blues
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For old outlaws like us
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And I wear this country banner
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And I'm proud to wave the flag
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And you can talk all day 'bout the next Billy Ray
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But I'll cast my vote for Hag
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And when all those screamin' metal bands
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Have corroded into rust
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There'll still be a show on Music Row
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For old outlaws like us
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Now, I don't have a crystal ball
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To tell what lies ahead
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But I play my way, though some folks say
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Country rock is dead
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And you may call me old-fashioned
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You may think I'm insane
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But rhythm and blues is in my blood
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And pumping through my veins
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And I've still got some loyal fans
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That I know I can trust
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Who will sell their souls for rock 'n roll
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And old outlaws like us
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Repeat Chorus
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Outlaws Like Us
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Travis Tritt |