The Baby's an Outlaw

​[Style: Outlaw Country, stripped-back acoustic, gravelly male baritone, slow driving tempo, pedal steel accents] ​[Intro] (D - G - D - A) (D - G - A - D) ​[Verse 1] D G Rods are in the truck, bait is in the chest D A Down by the Bremer, put the tackle to the test D G Then a text hits the screen, a message from the deep D A D My plans for the river have gone to eternal sleep ​[Chorus] G D ‘Cause the baby’s an outlaw, a tiny little crook A D He’s got me dead to rights, I’m off the fishing hook G D Warrakluker’s hostage, yeah the warden’s only one A D A diaper-wearing bandit under the Ipswich sun ​[Verse 2] D G He’s runnin’ the show from a high-chair throne D A With a spit-up aim, he’s left me all alone D G Forget about Karalee, forget the afternoon tide D A D I’m stuck in this nursery, nowhere left to hide ​[Bridge] G D He don’t want a lure, he don’t want a reel A D He wants the kind of chaos that only outlaws feel G D He’s screamin’ at the ceiling, I’m pourin’ out the milk A A7 Trading my fishing cap for a life of baby silk ​[Chorus] G D Yeah, the baby’s an outlaw, a tiny little crook A D He’s got me dead to rights, I’m off the fishing hook G D Warrakluker’s hostage, yeah the warden’s only one A D A diaper-wearing bandit under the Ipswich sun ​[Outro] D G Yeah, the fish are safe today, the gear is gathered dust D A D Just me and the outlaw, in a war of broken trust (D - G - D) (Outro Strum - Slow fade)