Upchurch, Luke Combs - Outlaw lyrics

Luke Combs

Luke Combs [Luke Albert Combs] Huntersville, North Carolina, U.S. 🇺🇸

[Upchurch, Luke Combs - Outlaw lyrics]

Where have the rebels gone

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' 'baccer, and whippin' ass
I need a preacher, I need a savior
How about y'all? Can I get an outlaw?

Let me get a outlaw like the
Man who raised me up
Haulin' chickens to Kentucky in the
Back of beat up trucks
Because all I'm seeing now is
Hollywood wearin' some huntin' gear
And TV shows 'bout idiots that
Think country is drinkin' beer
I'm sick of seein' skinny jeans
Smilin' like a cover girl
I wanna see some kids outback


With 22's poppin' squirrels
I wanna see some young guns goin'
Out on a duck hunt
And lesser of this Flappy Bird and
Actin' like a lazy bum
'Cause trends got it twisted and they
Make country a petty style
Now where's all my country folks
That actually could go survive
When that stock market crashes I'll be
Somewhere deep off in these pines
Killin' shit, kickin' ass
And takin' what the hell is mine

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' 'baccer and whipping ass
I need a preacher, I need a savior
How about y'all? Can I get an outlaw?

I got scars on my knuckles from a
Loud mouth in the parkin' lot
Knife wounds in my back from so called
Friends that tend to lie a lot
There's snakes up in the
Grass but bubba shit
I'm used to walkin' tall
And if I feel you're talkin' shit
Won't second guess to jack your jaw
Today the world we live in
Realness tends to wash and fade away
That's why if you ain't walkin' shit then
I don't care for shit you say
I met the folks I idolize and so
Far they're some white ass lies
Just country fakin' good disguise
Now tell me how that tends to fly?
I'm on my southern pride twang, baby
Come and roll with me
Backwoods as it gets and not the
Shit that you see on TV
I'm talking Chevy C10
Kickin' up some brown rocks
30-06 with a cedar-stained wood stock

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' 'baccer, and whipping ass
I need a preacher, I need a savior
How about y'all? Can I get an outlaw?

I stay comin' in like a rock so
They be callin' me the Scottsdale
Cornbread fed and you know
I'm raisin' plenty hell
I'm turnt up like some honkies at
A kegger party in a hotel
And I'm breakin' down these barriers
Like drywall that needs repairs
I'm cold with my shit, boy
I'm cold with my style boy
That backwoods, that hick town
That late night, that drivin' round
That George Strait cranked real loud
Got lightnin' bugs on my windshield
That back road
No cops found and I'm sippin'
On that hot brown i RHEC shit, my motto
Got rednecks by the truckload
That smell good stay sprayed on
I hit downtown and take girls home
That bonfire, light that up, home grown shit
Roll one i got a gun rack in by
Back glass and a big gun, it holds one

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' 'baccer, and whipping ass
I need a preacher, I need a savior
How about y'all? Can I get an outlaw?

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