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SHOOTER JENNINGS lyrics - The Other Life

Outlaw You

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I get home from a long day, put on the radio Lookin' for some country soul, but I don't find it, no It's a dirt road free for all, some old boys sayin' they're outlaws, They dress the part and they talk the talk You know they've been taught to walk the walk These boys think they're tough like they been robbin' banks Cause they name drop Johnny Cash and they name drop poor old Hank Hey pretty boy in the baseball hat You couldn't hit country with a baseball bat Country ain't just about where you're at It's about bein' true to what's inside You say you're an outlaw with your perfect boots That you got from your record label's image group Sing another man's song with a big drum loop Listen, son, you ain't got a clue You can't buy true, tell you what they should do They should outlaw you Let me paint a picture for you, Nashville in '62 The formula had proven true, they didn't let nothing new through When Waylon came to town, they didn't like his original sound They tried hard to keep him down, they tried hard to starve him out But he kept playin' shows and pressin' on, chippin' away, song by song After years and years of strugglin' strong, he got his chance and he took it to #1 With "This Time" back in '74, with his band in the back and 4 on the floor That one record busted down the door and the record labels had the control no more Then in '76 came the Outlaws record, sold the first million in country music ever Those old boys with long hair and braids stayed true to their sound and freed the slaves And all these years later, the suits got back their grip They took the outlaw concept and they re-packaged it And there's a million Ol Waylon fans Singin' "Don't y'all think this outlaw bit has gotten way out of hand" Hey pretty boy in your cowboy hat You couldn't hit country with a baseball bat Country ain't just about where you're at It's about bein' true to what's inside You say you're an outlaw with your perfect boots That you got from your record label's image group Sing another man's song with a big drum loop Listen, son, you ain't got a clue You can't buy true, tell you what they should do They should outlaw you They should outlaw you Hey pretty boy in the baseball hat You couldn't hit country with a baseball bat Country ain't just about where you're at It's about bein' true to what's inside You say you're an outlaw with your perfect boots That you got from your record label's image group Sing another man's song with a big drum loop Listen, man, you ain't got a clue You can't buy true, tell you what they should do They should outlaw you

Golden Age Of Radio

JOSH RITTER "Golden Age Of Radio"
Picture they took of you in your cowboy hat Makes you look like you are one of the boys Out on a Saturday night Meanwhile on the outside of the dance hall I'm a joke that you'd probably enjoy On the outside of Memphis all the buildings look big And the white picket fences all dare to charge around the lawn And hold their heads up high When my headlights find them out They'll be the first to put their hands in the air With my radio on All singing a country song Soft and low So, living on the edge of the city limit line This is where the boundary finally ends And I swear that we're the last living souls In a populated ghost town All the billboards are our best friends Oh, which way did our last chance go and can we Get out if we go right now? 'Cause it seems that with the malls And the mega-church stadiums We would get out if we knew just how With the radio on All singing a country song Soft and low Oh, when I've got a worried mind I know I hear the ghost of Patsy Cline On the Grand Ole Opry Show Standing in line to get my self-help book signed off On by the reverend who shouts to the converted Have mercy on this boy He did it all by the book But still kind of has his doubts Yeah you look pretty good in that jonquil dress But your smile is a wooden nickel's pride And I know that it ain't worth much It feels good to touch And I think that I could dance if I tried With your radio on All singing a country song Soft and low Oh, when I've got a worried mind I know I hear the ghost of Patsy Cline On the Grand Ole Opry Show

Old School Country Song

JOE NICHOLS "Crickets"
Somewhere in the world tonight Someone’s on a red-eye flight While someone’s heart is breaking back at home Somewhere out there in a bar Someone swipes a credit card Buys a beer to cry in all night long In a chat room out in cyberspace They might not be face to face They both know they’re up to something wrong They say we’ve come a long long way Talkin’ ‘bout the world today It still sounds like an old school country song Cause folks still love and folks still leave Drunks get drunk and cheaters cheat And there’s just something lonesome about a midnight train Someone done somebody wrong We’ll miss mama when she’s gone And trust me that ain’t never gonna change Breakin’ up is still a mess It don’t make a heart hurt less Cause you text it from a mobile phone All you’ve really done you see Is modernize the melody But it still sounds like an old school country song Folks still love and folks still leave Drunks get drunk and cheaters cheat And there’s just something lonesome about a midnight train Someone done somebody wrong We’ll miss mama when she’s gone And trust me that ain’t never gonna change You can take it off that old jukebox Burn it on your new iPod But three chords and the truth are just as strong You can say we’ve come a long long way Play what you wanna play But there’s nothing like an old school country song Yeah life is still an old school country song

Dear Harp Of My Country

Blackburn Fiona
Dear harp of my country, in darkness I found thee, The cold chain of silence had hung o'er thee long; When proudly, my own island harp, I unbound thee, And gave all thy chords to light, freedom and song! The warm lay of love and the light tone of gladness Have waken'd thy fondest, thy liveliest thrill. But so oft hast thou echo'd the deep sigh of sadness, That e'en in thy mirth, it will steal from thee still. Dear harp of my country, farewell to thy numbers, This sweet wreath of song is the last we shall twine; Go, sleep with the sunshine of fame on thy slumbers, Till touch'd by some hand less unworthy than mine. If the pulse of the patriot, soldier or lover Have throbb'd at our lay, 'tis thy glory alone; I was but as the wind passing heedlessly over, And all the wild sweetness I waked was thy own!

A Damn Good Country Song

JERRY LEE LEWIS "Odd Man In"
Well I've took enough pills for big Memphis town Ol' Jerry Lee's dranked enough whiskey to lift any ship off the ground I'll be the first to admit Sure do wish these people would quit it You know its tough enough To straightin' up when these idiots won't leave you alone. Jerry Lee Lewis's life would make a damn good country song I've always done my best I've tried to walk tall Walk on Killer But when the evening was over I was drunk stumbling into walls Well I know I've earned my reputation Can't they see I've found my salvation? I guess they'd rather prove me wrong My life would make a damn good country song Lets get it now! I've had my share of women But they always seem to leave Gonna put me another quarter In the ol' pinball machine Well I know the ol' Killers been wrong That ol' change came over me took too long My life would make a damn good country song Jerry Lee Lewis's life would make a damn good country song!

That Song

Bouncing Souls "How I Spent My Summer Vacation"
I put that record on just to make a sound. The rhythm hit it got my movement off the ground. The soundtrack of what I want to be. If I want to change the world, it's gotta start with me. I put the needle on the record and play that song again. And in the end what have we learned? Are we just faces in the crowd? I died today and was reborn again today. Hold fast to myself, make those good feelings stay. We laughed we cried the music shaped our lives. So tell me why our movement's out of time? Are we so out of line? I put that needle on the record and play that song again. A movement with no leaders. We stand tonight hearts in our hands.

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