歌曲 | Outlaws Like Us |
歌手 | Travis Tritt |
专辑 | Ten Feet Tall And Bulletproof |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Tritt | |
(Travis Tritt) | |
I was born a country singer | |
I love Charley Pride | |
Raised on 'He Stopped Loving Her' | |
Cut my teeth on 'Mama Tried.' | |
Yes, I love Hank Williams | |
But I still love rock 'n roll | |
Hank Jr, me and Waylon, | |
We're all cut from the same mold. | |
And they say country's changin' | |
And we must all adjust | |
But I still think there's lots of room | |
For old outlaws like us. | |
I love to jam with the Skynyrd band | |
'Cause 'Freebird' chills my bones | |
And I've talked trash with Johnny Cash | |
And I've sung with George Jones. | |
And I have played on the Opry stage | |
Where the country legends stood | |
Where you don't give lies or alibis | |
'Cause they don't do no good. | |
And Lord, I guess, that I've been blessed | |
Though I have been kicked and cussed | |
But it's nothing new to moan the blues | |
For old outlaws like us. | |
And I wear this country banner | |
And I'm proud to wave the flag | |
And you can talk all day 'bout the next Billy Ray | |
But I'll cast my vote for Hag. | |
And when all those screamin' metal bands | |
Have corroded into rust | |
There'll still be a show on Music Row | |
For old outlaws like us. | |
Now, I don't have a crystal ball | |
To tell what lies ahead | |
But I play my way, though some folks say | |
Country rock is dead. | |
And you may call me old-fashioned | |
You may think I'm insane | |
But rhythm and blues is in my blood | |
And pumping through my veins. | |
And I've still got some loyal fans | |
That I know I can trust | |
Who will sell their souls for rock 'n roll | |
And old outlaws like us. | |
Repeat Chorus... |
zuo ci : Tritt | |
Travis Tritt | |
I was born a country singer | |
I love Charley Pride | |
Raised on ' He Stopped Loving Her' | |
Cut my teeth on ' Mama Tried.' | |
Yes, I love Hank Williams | |
But I still love rock ' n roll | |
Hank Jr, me and Waylon, | |
We' re all cut from the same mold. | |
And they say country' s changin' | |
And we must all adjust | |
But I still think there' s lots of room | |
For old outlaws like us. | |
I love to jam with the Skynyrd band | |
' Cause ' Freebird' chills my bones | |
And I' ve talked trash with Johnny Cash | |
And I' ve sung with George Jones. | |
And I have played on the Opry stage | |
Where the country legends stood | |
Where you don' t give lies or alibis | |
' Cause they don' t do no good. | |
And Lord, I guess, that I' ve been blessed | |
Though I have been kicked and cussed | |
But it' s nothing new to moan the blues | |
For old outlaws like us. | |
And I wear this country banner | |
And I' m proud to wave the flag | |
And you can talk all day ' bout the next Billy Ray | |
But I' ll cast my vote for Hag. | |
And when all those screamin' metal bands | |
Have corroded into rust | |
There' ll still be a show on Music Row | |
For old outlaws like us. | |
Now, I don' t have a crystal ball | |
To tell what lies ahead | |
But I play my way, though some folks say | |
Country rock is dead. | |
And you may call me oldfashioned | |
You may think I' m insane | |
But rhythm and blues is in my blood | |
And pumping through my veins. | |
And I' ve still got some loyal fans | |
That I know I can trust | |
Who will sell their souls for rock ' n roll | |
And old outlaws like us. | |
Repeat Chorus... |
zuò cí : Tritt | |
Travis Tritt | |
I was born a country singer | |
I love Charley Pride | |
Raised on ' He Stopped Loving Her' | |
Cut my teeth on ' Mama Tried.' | |
Yes, I love Hank Williams | |
But I still love rock ' n roll | |
Hank Jr, me and Waylon, | |
We' re all cut from the same mold. | |
And they say country' s changin' | |
And we must all adjust | |
But I still think there' s lots of room | |
For old outlaws like us. | |
I love to jam with the Skynyrd band | |
' Cause ' Freebird' chills my bones | |
And I' ve talked trash with Johnny Cash | |
And I' ve sung with George Jones. | |
And I have played on the Opry stage | |
Where the country legends stood | |
Where you don' t give lies or alibis | |
' Cause they don' t do no good. | |
And Lord, I guess, that I' ve been blessed | |
Though I have been kicked and cussed | |
But it' s nothing new to moan the blues | |
For old outlaws like us. | |
And I wear this country banner | |
And I' m proud to wave the flag | |
And you can talk all day ' bout the next Billy Ray | |
But I' ll cast my vote for Hag. | |
And when all those screamin' metal bands | |
Have corroded into rust | |
There' ll still be a show on Music Row | |
For old outlaws like us. | |
Now, I don' t have a crystal ball | |
To tell what lies ahead | |
But I play my way, though some folks say | |
Country rock is dead. | |
And you may call me oldfashioned | |
You may think I' m insane | |
But rhythm and blues is in my blood | |
And pumping through my veins. | |
And I' ve still got some loyal fans | |
That I know I can trust | |
Who will sell their souls for rock ' n roll | |
And old outlaws like us. | |
Repeat Chorus... |