Shooter Jennings - Outlaw You lyrics

I get home from a long day, put on the radio Lookin' for some country soul, but I don't find it, no It's a dirt road free for all, some old boys sayin' they're outlaws, They dress the part and they talk the talk You know they've been taught to walk the walk These boys think they're tough like they been robbin' banks Cause they name drop Johnny Cash and they name drop poor old Hank Hey pretty boy in the baseball hat You couldn't hit country with a baseball bat Country ain't just about where you're at It's about bein' true to what's inside You say you're an outlaw with your perfect boots That you got from your record label's image group Sing another man's song with a big drum loop Listen, son, you ain't got a clue You can't buy true, tell you what they should do sponsored links They should outlaw you Let me paint a picture for you, Nashville in '62 The formula had proven true, they didn't let nothing new through When Waylon came to town, they didn't like his original sound They tried hard to keep him down, they tried hard to starve him out But he kept playin' shows and pressin' on, chippin' away, song by song After years and years of strugglin' strong, he got his chance and he took it to #1 With "This Time" back in '74, with his band in the back and 4 on the floor That one record busted down the door and the record labels had the control no more Then in '76 came the Outlaws record, sold the first million in country music ever Those old boys with long hair and braids stayed true to their sound and freed the slaves And all these years later, the suits got back their grip They took the outlaw concept and they re-packaged it And there's a million Ol Waylon fans Singin' "Don't y'all think this outlaw bit has gotten way out of hand" Hey pretty boy in your cowboy hat You couldn't hit country with a baseball bat Country ain't just about where you're at It's about bein' true to what's inside You say you're an outlaw with your perfect boots That you got from your record label's image group Sing another man's song with a big drum loop Listen, son, you ain't got a clue You can't buy true, tell you what they should do They should outlaw you They should outlaw you Hey pretty boy in the baseball hat You couldn't hit country with a baseball bat Country ain't just about where you're at It's about bein' true to what's inside You say you're an outlaw with your perfect boots That you got from your record label's image group Sing another man's song with a big drum loop Listen, man, you ain't got a clue You can't buy true, tell you what they should do They should outlaw you