Can I Get An Outlaw

Back in the day it was a six-gun and a six-string
Man, that was country
And that's the way country still ought to be
It was lived, not taught, it was earned, not bought
Had to put in the work to get to the top
Let me tell you what I think's really gone wrong

These days, it's all wannabes
Singing someone else's songs
And everybody's doing the same damn thing
Where have the rebels gone?

'Cause we don't need another pretty boy, singin' pretty songs
Fake country boys, doing country all wrong
We need another Haggard or a Johnny Cash
Somebody chewin' bacca, and whippin' ass
I need a preacher, I need a savior, how about y'all?
Can I get an outlaw?

It don't have to be honky-tonks, boots, and Wrangler jeans
It ain't the banjo or the fiddle, no, it's the words and what they mean
If you gonna talk the talk, you better walk the walk, and brother, that's the truth
So honestly, what would Waylon do?

I can guarantee if he was alive today
He'd ask us one more time
"Hoss, you sure Hank done it this way?"

We don't need another pretty boy, singin' pretty songs
Fake country boys, doing country all wrong
We need another Haggard or a Johnny Cash
Somebody chewin' bacca, and whippin' ass
I need a preacher, I need a savior, how about y'all?
Can I get an outlaw?

Are the good times really gone for good
Or can we get back to our roots?
It's about damn time we raise the bar
So raise a glass if you feel like I do

'Cause we don't need another pretty boy, singin' pretty songs
Fake country boys, doing country all wrong
We need another Haggard or a Johnny Cash
Somebody chewin' bacca, and whippin' ass
I need a preacher, I need a savior, how about y'all?

And I pray country answers my call
Can I get an outlaw?
Oh, can I get an outlaw?