Outlaws ain’t used to living easy
He’s good playing the cards he’s dealt
You’ll not find a bigger heart
For what he loves he’ll charge hell
He don’t care who you think you are
If you try to take from him, you should know
When it’s fightin’ time he’ll die hard
He don’t expect any different
Outlaws were born to die hard
Being an outlaw ain’t what you think
He just ain’t gonna fit your mold
No he won’t tell you that he’s perfect
He’s real clear on right and wrong
You won’t find him crossing lines
He’s gonna stand if he stands alone
He knows when trouble starts
If it comes down to it outlaws die hard
Outlaws always take a stand
And let the rest of the world be damned
Hiding ain’t gonna be me
I learned I can’t just let it be
Y’all better listen to what’s been said
Before you change me I’ll be dead
Won’t be like talking to take my life
This old outlaw knows the price
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JBentley (Pseudonym) (
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