Hard to Be an Outlaw

She was cuter than a speckled pup just turned 21 She had a lot of fun playing with my gun Just before the sun come up she couldn't take no more She came undone crying, crawling for the door Well, it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore The only friends that's left is them behind that swinging doors And it's hard to keep your trying when your back is to the floor And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore The record people nowadays keep spinnin' 'round and 'round Songs about the backroads that they never have been down They go and call it country but that ain't the way it sounds It's enough to make a renegade want to terrorize the town And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore And the only friends that's left is them behind that swingin' doors And it's hard to keep your try up when your back is to the floor And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore White lightning is the horse I ride pedal to the floor He blows fire from his nostrils and he runs like Man-O-War Someday we both may wind up in some junkyard on the side But until that day, you can bet your ass, we're gonna whip and ride Well, it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore And the only friends that's left is them behind that swingin' doors And it's hard to keep your try up when your back is to the floor And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore And t's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore