Waylon

Outlaw In 'Em

It's a fine, fine line Between whiskey and water into wine It's a long way home When you're down and out and out here on your own It don't matter who you are when it's time to lock and load

Everybody's got a little outlaw in 'em Chrome piece hidin' in their blacked out denim Heartbeat beatin' to rock 'n' roll rhythm, yeah Everybody's got a couple scarred up knuckles Blood on their boots and their back-off buckle Diamondback rattle with a quick strike venom Everybody's got a little outlaw in 'em

When they knock you to the ground You ain't gonna let nobody keep you down And when your back's against the wall That's when you gotta learn to stand up tall That rebel fight inside of you has been there all along

Everybody's got a little outlaw in 'em Chrome piece hidin' in their blacked out denim Heartbeat beatin' to rock 'n' roll rhythm, yeah Everybody's got a couple scarred up knuckles Blood on their boots and their back-off buckle Diamondback rattle with a quick strike venom Everybody's got a little outlaw in 'em yeah

Everybody's got a little outlaw in 'em Chrome piece hidin' in their blacked out denim Heartbeat beatin' to rock 'n' roll rhythm yeah Uh

Everybody's got a little front-man swagger Stone cold rollin' like a young Mick Jagger A new tattoo that you can't keep hidden Everybody's got a little outlaw in 'em yeah Oh

I said, everybody'ѕ got a little outlаw in 'em, oh