Lyrics:

You say you don't like my kind, don't drink moonshine

Homegrown ain't your thing

Never been to a roadhouse knockdown drag-out

Raised a little country cain

You think it a crime to live my life the way my daddy did

But if you come around to burn us down

When the smoke clears you can bet

There'll still be one outlaw left



CHORUS

I got kinfolks from Kentucky to sweet home Alabam'

I get loud and rowdy

That's all you need to know about who I am

I'm just a reckless renegade

Doin' what I do best

And there's still one outlaw left



I've stared down a sawed-off, mister call your dogs off

Actin' like Billy the kid

Rode a hog in the hard rain tryin' to catch a fast train

Dogs couldn't catch me but the devil sure did

I got me a wild side just about a mile wide

Son of a shotgun shack

Then boys like me are a dyin' breed

But until my last breath

There'll be still one outlaw left



You say you don't like Skynyrd, you don't like Haggard

Don't give a damn about Hank

You don't like Willie, well this hillbilly

Don't care about what you think



REPEAT CHORUS



So if you come around to cut me down

Best make damn sure that I'm dead

'Cause there's still one outlaw left