Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Waylon
Vocals
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Jimmie Sloas
Bass
Tommy Harden
Drums
Justin Ostrander
Electric Guitar
Dave Cohen
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jim Beavers
Composer
Willem Bijkerk
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ilya Toshinskiy
Producer
Aaron Chmielewski
Engineer
Jim Cooley
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
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
But 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 hiding in their blacked out denim
Heartbeat beating to a rock 'n' roll rhythm, yeah
Everybody got a couple scarred up knuckles
Blood on their boots and their back up buckle
Diamond back 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
When your back's against the wall
That's when you gotta learn to stand up tall
Yeah, that rebel fights inside of you
Has been there all along
Everybody's got a little outlaw in 'em
Chrome piece hiding in their blacked out denim
Heartbeat beating to a rock 'n' roll rhythm, yeah
Everybody got a couple scarred up knuckles
Blood on their boots and their back up buckle
Diamond back rattle with a quick strike venom
Everybody's got a little outlaw in 'em, oh, ooh
Everybody's got a little outlaw in 'em
Chrome piece hiding in their blacked out denim
Heartbeat beating to a rock 'n' roll rhythm, yeah
Huh, everybody's got little front man swagger
Stone cold rolling like a young Mick Jagger
A new tattoo that you can't keep hidden
Everybody's got a little outlaw in 'em, yeah, oh, ooh
I said, everybody's got a little outlaw in 'em, aw
Writer(s): Jim Beavers, Ilya Toshinskiy, Willem Bijkerk
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