Outlaws - Creed Fisher

I don’t need religion

To save my soul

I sold my soul

To rock &roll

As I do this cocaine

And drink down this shot of Jim Beam

I can’t help but think of the outlaws

That came before me

Drink down a bottle of whiskey

And still find the door

Snort up three lines of cocaine

And still want three more

The scars on his face and his hands

Are easy to see

I can’t help but think of the outlaws

That came before me

We all get high

We all get stoned

We have been known to march to a beat

That’s all our own

We won’t let no one

Tell us what to be

I can’t help but think of the outlaws

That came before me

We all get high

We all get stoned

We have been known to march to a beat

That’s all our own

We won’t let no one

Tell us what to be

I can’t help but think of the outlaws

That came before me

Let’s make a toast to all of the outlaws

That came before me