Back in the day it was a six gun and a six-string
Man, that was country
And that's the way country still out to be
It was lived, not taught
It was earned, not bought
Had to put in the work to get to the top
Let me tell you what I thinks really gone wrong
These days, it's all wannabes
Singing someone else's songs
And everybody's doing the same damn thing
Where have the rebels gone?
'Cause we don't need
Another pretty boy, singin' pretty songs
Fake country boys, doin' country all wrong
Need another Haggard or a Johnny Cash
Somebody chewin' tobacco, and whippin' ass
I need a preacher, I need a savior, how about y'all?
Can I get an outlaw?
It don't have to be honkytonks
Boots, and Wrangler jeans
It ain't the banjo or the fiddle, no
It's the words and what they mean
If you gonna talk the talk
You better walk the walk
And brother, that's the truth
So honestly, what would Waylon do?
I can guarantee that if he was alive today
He'd ask us one more time
"Haus, you sure Hank done it this way?"
'Cause we don't need
Another pretty boy, singin' pretty songs
Fake country boys, doin' country all wrong
Need another Haggard or a Johnny Cash
Somebody chewin' tobacco, and whippin' ass
I need a preacher, I need a savior, how about y'all?
Can I get an outlaw?
Are the good times really gone for good
Or can we get back to our roots?
And it's about that time we raise the bar
So raise a glass if you feel like I do
'Cause we don't need
Another pretty boy, singin' pretty songs
Fake country boys, doin' country all wrong
Need another Haggard or a Johnny Cash
Somebody chewin' tobacco, and whippin' ass
I need a preacher, I need a savior, how about y'all?
And now I pray country answers my call
Can I get an outlaw?
Oh, can I get an outlaw?
