Back in the day it was a six gun and a six-string Man, that was country And that's the way country still out to be
It was lived, not taught It was earned, not bought Had to put in the work to get to the top Let me tell you what I thinks really gone wrong
These days, it's all wannabes Singing someone else's songs And everybody's doing the same damn thing Where have the rebels gone?
'Cause we don't need Another pretty boy, singin' pretty songs Fake country boys, doin' country all wrong Need another Haggard or a Johnny Cash Somebody chewin' tobacco, and whippin' ass I need a preacher, I need a savior, how about y'all? Can I get an outlaw?
It don't have to be honkytonks Boots, and Wrangler jeans It ain't the banjo or the fiddle, no It's the words and what they mean
If you gonna talk the talk You better walk the walk And brother, that's the truth So honestly, what would Waylon do?
I can guarantee that if he was alive today He'd ask us one more time "Haus, you sure Hank done it this way?"
'Cause we don't need Another pretty boy, singin' pretty songs Fake country boys, doin' country all wrong Need another Haggard or a Johnny Cash Somebody chewin' tobacco, and whippin' ass I need a preacher, I need a savior, how about y'all? Can I get an outlaw?
Are the good times really gone for good Or can we get back to our roots? And it's about that time we raise the bar So raise a glass if you feel like I do
'Cause we don't need Another pretty boy, singin' pretty songs Fake country boys, doin' country all wrong Need another Haggard or a Johnny Cash Somebody chewin' tobacco, and whippin' ass I need a preacher, I need a savior, how about y'all?
And now I pray country answers my call Can I get an outlaw? Oh, can I get an outlaw?