Outlaws

Don’t care about what I’ve become
Everybody thought that I’d be done
Don’t ever need no sympathy
Playin the game until we won
Always askin where the hell we from
Tellin me I'm never gone be none
Oh now you’re really so sick of me
Take a shot I don’t mean guns

They’ll never understand it
But this is where I landed
I’ve been a loner for a while
Not worried bout my flaws
They say that I’ma bandit
No
Tryn to tell me I must go
Packed my bags I'm on the road
Catch me runnin wit the outlawz

Might hang around in that old bar
Might sit around with my guitar
Who cares about what you think of me
Everyone knows I go hard
Might sip right out of that glass jar
Might whip around in that fast car
Oh you got a problem with drinkin please
I don’t care if I go far