Outlaws (Live at Austin City Limits Music Festival)

I'm remembering ol'

WaylonAnd good ol'

Johnny Cash

Man, they're an inspiration to what

I amBut don't get me wrong

I'm still

Texican to the bone

Lord, that's right

I'm passing on the song

Just like my

Daddy to his sons

Aw, that's right

This one's for the outlaws before me

You know Indians and outlaws

Don't mind breaking that rules

We'll gladly take your money now

If you play us for a fool

You can't make us run

And you know you can't make us hide, oh, no

You know we have our fun

And we don't quit without a fight, no, we don't

So this one's for the outlaws before me

Well, outlaws are forever

Roaming wild and free

Kicking in all the doors

They didn't even need no key

They didn't let nobody

Tell 'em how it's 'posed to be

This one's for them outlaws

This one's for the outlaws before me

Well I've seen that

Folsom prison

Been down that lost highway

You ain't never heard of me'

Cause I do things my way

I sing my song and my boys

They follow me, they follow me

We carry on and through it all

We still believe, we still believe

This one's for the missing outlaws, just like me

Oh, yeah, let's do it

WillieI've always made a living

Making music with my friends

Out on the road again

And Lord knows where

I've beenSometimes the man doesn't like the way

I amSo I'll put it in a song

Just take you some and pass it on

This one's for the outlaws just like me

Well, outlaws are forever

Roaming wild and free

Kicking in all the doors

And don't even need no keys

They don't let nobody

Tell us how it's 'posed to be

This one's for the outlaws

This one's for the outlaws

This one's for the outlaws

This one's for the outlaws before me