| 歌曲 | Outlaws Like Us |
| 歌手 | Travis Tritt |
| 专辑 | Ten Feet Tall And Bulletproof |
| 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. | |
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| 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... |