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Outlaw Shit- Waylon Jennings

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Introduction

“Outlaw Shit” by Waylon Jennings is more than just a song; it’s an anthem that embodies the spirit of rebellion and authenticity. This track, with its raw, unapologetic lyrics and gritty sound, captures the essence of what it means to be an outlaw in the music world and in life.

From the very first note, you can feel Waylon’s defiance against the conventions of the music industry and society. He wasn’t just singing a song; he was making a statement. This song speaks to anyone who’s ever felt the need to break free from norms and carve their own path.

What makes “Outlaw Shit” so special is its unfiltered honesty. Waylon’s gravelly voice delivers every line with a conviction that makes you believe in every word. The song tells the story of an artist who refused to be boxed in, who thrived on his own terms, and who lived life to its fullest, regardless of the consequences.

Listening to “Outlaw Shit” feels like having a heart-to-heart with a close friend who’s lived through the highs and lows and is sharing those hard-earned truths with you. It’s a reminder that life is too short to conform and that real success comes from staying true to oneself.

Waylon Jennings was a cornerstone of the outlaw country movement, and this song is a perfect encapsulation of that legacy. It’s a celebration of the freedom to be who you are, to make mistakes, and to rise above them. For fans and newcomers alike, “Outlaw Shit” offers a powerful message wrapped in the rich, resonant tones of one of country music’s greatest rebels.

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Lyrics

She said, “Storms will never last”
So I’m looking out the window like, when’s it gonna pass
I need some cash, I did the math, it keeps ending in subtraction
Is it fate, or just the laws of attraction? I’ll never know
Pa’s tracks, fast lane, cocaine dealer
Tryna ease this pain with these painkillers
I don’t want my soul to be stained to obtain my wealth
I couldn’t learn from his mistakes, I had to make ’em myself
And I ain’t never been scared, but reality is frightening
My three year old daughter’s name came from my indictments
Like a VH1 story with a hard ending
Shit, I’m serving a life sentence and I still got a charge pending
Seems like everywhere I go now, they watching
Hiding this pain in my eyes behind Versace’s
Can’t sleep, I’m too busy chasing dreams
And the feds sent a posse down like I ain’t never seen
Don’t you think this outlaw shit has gotten out of hand?
What started out to be a joke, the law don’t understand
I’ve always been crazy, but it kept me from going insane
I grew up thinking it’s part of the game
Them outlaws always taught me bad guys were the feds
Don’t get high on your supply, your brain will look like eggs
In a skillet, yeah, can you feel it? Forget it
’80s baby, crack era, that’s how I’ma get it
Fresh up outta jail, new plan, new man
But I can’t seem to change who I am, I’m a hustler
I been running for so long from them boys
I can’t go to sleep without the noise
Television’s on, .40 by my head
Laying on the couch while my shawty’s in the bed
If I stay awake ’til five, I’ll probably sell another ounce
Shoes tied tight just in case I gotta bounce
Hear their tires hit the gravel, how they know I’m back at it?
Little girl looking, “Daddy why you in the attic?” I’m hiding
Don’t you think this outlaw shit has gotten out of hand?
What started out to be a joke, the law don’t understand
But it’s a beautiful view, when we’re looking down
From this high, over snow capped mountains
Crimson dyed, don’t give my momma black roses
I gotta gun, but I’m not strong enough to hold it
Crimson dyed, a broken record for a token
Pay a silver dollar for another crime story
But when you’re looking down, from this high
And I just made it to the clouds
And it’ll be a while before I hit the ground (Let’s go)
And taking freedom from me now
Would be like taking water from the Nile
‘Cause the river still flows
From a story that a dam couldn’t hold
(Alright, grandpa it’s your turn)
Don’t you think this outlaw shit has gotten out of hand?
What started out to be a joke, the law don’t understand

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