C F C
I'm an outlaw from the south got country in my mouth
G7
I'm looking for good loving all the time
F C
I got outlaw in my bones and Jim Beam in a lot of my songs
Am C
And there's a little bit of Cherokee Indian in my eyes
G7 C
There's a whole lot Hank underneath this hat of mine
C G7 C
Andrew Jackson he was my kind of hero
G7
Though he lived and died a hundered years ago
F C
Frank and Jessie James they know'd how to rob them trains
Am C
But they always took it from the rich and gave it to the poor
G7 C
They mighta' had a bad name but they both had a heart of gold
G7 C
But the greatest one of all is called Luke the Drifter
G7
He wore diamond rings and his tailor made cowboy suits
F
Lawdy he was a honkytonk rambling man
C
He had this whole world in the palm of his hand
Am C
Till he died at twenty nine from the lovesick blues
G7 C
Like young Billy the Kid and ole Jessie he had nothing to lose
C F C
I'm an outlaw from the south got country in my mouth
G7
I'm looking for good loving all the time
F C
I got outlaw in my bones and Jim Beam in a lot of my songs
Am C
And there's a little bit of Cherokee Indian in my eyes
G7 C
There's a whole lot Hank underneath this hat of mine