[Intro} Guess you’d say, once an outlaw Always an outlaw… But even outlaws Need angels watchin’ over them… V1 He was born where the blacktop stops Raised on mash and nicotine Kept a pawnshop six-string ridin’ shotgun Only ride or die he’d need He knew every county line Every holler, creek, and town One eye fixed on the rearview mirror In case the law came sniffin’ ‘round V2 Ran white lightnin’ ‘til winter came And the mountain river froze Begged, borrowed, and might’ve stolen When that corn liquor didn’t flow He played every hand life dealt him With hillbilly wisdom and will ‘Til he collapsed from a heart attack There beside that copper still CH He cried, “Lord I might be an outlaw Done what I did to survive Might’ve took what wasn’t mine But ain’t nobody ever died I’ve played against a stacked deck Since the first breath I breathed Lord, I bet you let someone in there Who’s done worse things than me” V3 With his back against the timber And the sunrise comin’ red He looked up through the pine trees Before he bowed his head He knew his number had come up Not much time to plead his case So he reached for that six-string Just enough strength left to play… CH “Lord I might be an outlaw Done what I did to survive Might’ve took what wasn’t mine But ain’t nobody ever died I’ve played against a stacked deck Since the first breath I breathed Lord, I bet you let someone in there Who’s done worse things than me” BR “Maybe grace is for the good guys But sinners like me need it more If I can’t come through them pearly gates I don’t mind usin’ your back door…” ½ CH “Yeah, I’ve played against a stacked deck Since the first breath I breathed Lord, I bet you let someone in there Who’s done worse things than me, amen…” [Outro} They found him ‘round noon A prideful old man Mash still burnin’ Six-string in his hands
