I grew up listening to Zeppelin Sabbath and the Rolling Stones. A hell of a guitar player named Eddie tough me how to Rock N Roll. I learned to drink my whiskey listening to some Johnny Cash and I rolled some smoke to WIllie while ole Wayon taught me to talk trash 
With a hottie by my side and a bottle in the console it's all I've ever known thanks to my Outlaw Ways. I do what I want. It's my Outlaw Ways that's keeps me Rolling Stoned.    

David Allen Coe taught me how to write a song. I kissed my mamma goodbye hopped a train and I was gone. I sang Folsom Prison Blues all the times I spent in county jail and a hard loving southern woman taught the meaning of giving it hell. 
With a Harley by my side and a bottle in the console it's all I've every known it's my Outlaw Ways. I do what I want. It's my Outlaw Ways that keeps me Rolling Stoned. Roll On.  

With a Harley by my side and a pistole in the console it's all I've every known it's my Outlaw Ways. I do what I want. It's my Outlaw Ways that keeps me Rolling Stoned

Every night we hit the stage we raise out glass up for Ole George Jones. He's always had long history of being out spoken and getting what he wants. You can always rock n roll son but now and then you kick some country ass. Raising hell and wild crazy nights is how we make our time pass.

With a Harley by my side and a bottle in the console it's all I've every known it's my Outlaw Ways. I do what I want. It's my Outlaw Ways that keeps me Rolling Stoned