Oh! Alright! Come on now . . . Get a life Get a life! (gather up?) Flat on my back in a hotel bar With the sound of a jukebox in my head Wonderin' how I came so far Truth be known, I should've been dead, yeah Cruisin' around in a beat up car High noon comes in a four door saloon Spending the night with a ten dollar whore Private hell in a padded room Playin' the outlaw Takin' the back door Playin' the outlaw! Listen kids to the story so far Never get caught with a five ace hand Don't shoot the man with the iron star You can bet the hangman won't understand The judge's wife don't ever cheat Got a tireless body, ya kinda learn to love Can't stand the lovin', can't stand the heat Life's for livin' and that's for sure Playin' the outlaw Takin' the back door Playin' the outlaw!
[Guitar Solo]
Playin' the outlaw Takin' the back door Playin' the outlaw Playin' the outlaw! Brother, around (?)
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