[Verse] I’ve been ridin’ these backroads, smoke rollin’ slow, Got a heart full of trouble and a past I can’t show. Born in the dust, raised tough and mean, I’m a lonesome desperado with a jukebox dream. Got a flask in my pocket, steel strings in my hand, I ain’t bowin’ to no preacher, but I’ll take the stand. Boots in the gravel, I just go where I please, I’m the ghost in the barroom, the outlaw disease. [Chorus] I’m a bona fide mother-fukkin ’ son of a bitch, Too wild to handle, too mean to switch. Got a grin on my face and a fire in my eyes, I’ll be raisin’ hell, boys, ‘til the day that I die. [Verse ] The sheriff don’t like me, says I ain’t worth a damn, But he can’t catch a shadow, and I don’t give a damn. Whiskey’s my gospel, the highway’s my church, Every mile marker’s just another soul I search. The preacher keeps prayin’ that I’ll kneel to his name, But I was born in the fire, and I’ll die the same. So strike up the band, let the steel guitar moan, I’m the last of the outlaws ridin’ hard and alone. [Chorus] I’m a bona fide mother-fukkin’ son of a bitch, Too wild to handle, too mean to switch. Got a grin on my face and a fire in my eyes, I’ll be raisin’ hell, boys, ‘til the day that I die. [Bridge ] Yeah, smoke curls around me like a woman’s kiss, Every night in a dive bar ends up just like this. I ain’t no hero, I ain’t no saint, I’m the sound of the truth and I take my whiskey’s straight. [Verse] Now the world keeps spinnin’, but I’m holdin’ my ground, Got a song for the lost and all the hellbound. I’ll light up the night with a match and a smile, And dance with the devil for just a little while. So raise up your glass, let the good times click, Here’s to every last no-good son of a bitch. [Chorus — big and easy] I’m a bona fide mother-fukkin’ son of a bitch, Too wild to handle, too mean to switch. Got a grin on my face and a fire in my eyes, I’ll be raisin’ hell, boys, ‘til the day that I die. [Outro ] Yeah, I’m a bona fide… son of a bitch. And I’ll be ridin’ this road… ‘til I fall in that ditch. A bona fide outlaw, and I ain’t comin’ back, Just a son of a bitch… ridin’ out drinkin Jack! (I’m out of here baby! You comin with me?) [quietly singing] [fade] hmm just a good ole boy….
