Outlaw - Upchurch (ft. Luke Combs) LYRIC VIDEO Chords

[F#] Well, as the rebels gone, [C#] we don't need [F#] another pretty boy singing pretty songs.
[C#] Fake country [B] boys doing [F#] country all wrong.
[C#] Another [B] haggard or a Johnny [F#] Cash, somebody chewing back, quit playing [C#] ass, honey, and breakers.
[B] I need a savior, [F#] have my jaw.
Can I get [C#] a outlaw?
Let me get a [C#m] outlaw, like the man who raised [C#] me up.
Hauling chickens through [C#m] Kentucky in the back of beat up [C#] trucks.
Because all I'm seeing now is Hollywood wearing some hunting gear.
And TV shows about idiots that think country is straight and fierce.
Sick of seeing [C#m] skinny jeans smiling like a [C#] cover girl.
I wanna see some [C#m] kids out back with 22s, [C#] proper squirt.
I wanna see some gun guns going out on the dump.
An investor of this rapid burn and acting like a lazy bum.
The strands got it [C#m] twisted and they make country [C#] a penny stock.
Now where's all my [C#m] country folks that actually could [C#] go survive?
When that stock market crashes, I'll be somewhere deep off in these pines.
Killing shit, digging ass, and taking what the hell I want.
We don't need another [F#] pretty boy singing pretty songs.
[C#] Fake country [B] boys [F#] doing country all wrong.
[C#] Another [B] haggard or a Johnny [F#] Cash, somebody chewing back, quit playing [C#] ass, [B] honey, and breakers.
I'm ready to save your [F#] half-ass, y'all.
Can I get [C#] a high five?
I got scars on my [C#m] knuckles from a lap out in the [C#] parking lot.
Life wounds in my [C#m] back from so-called friends that tend to [C#] lie a lot.
There's snakes up in the crack, but mother shit, I'm used to walking tall.
And if I feel you talking shit, well second guess the Jackie Charles.
Today the world we [C#m] live in, realness tends to wash and [C#] fade away.
Why if you ain't [C#m] walking shit, then I don't care for [C#] shit you say.
I met the folks I idolize, and so far they're some white ass lies.
Just country faking good disguise.
I got a time and how that tends to fly.
I'm on my southern [C#m] ride, twang, baby, come and [C#] roll with me.
Backwards as it [C#m] gets, and not the shit that you see [C#] on TV.
I'm talking Chevy C10, picking up some brown rocks.
30-yard sticks with a cedar stain, and we'll stop.
We don't [C#m] need another [F#] pretty boy singing pretty songs.
[C#] Fake country [B] boys [F#] doing country all wrong.
[C#] _ Need another haggard.
[B] Honey, [F#] can't somebody chew and bite.
Quit playing [C#] ass, I need a preacher.
[B] I need a savior, [F#] how about all?
Can [C#] I get a ride?
I stay coming in like a [C#m] rock, so they be calling me the [C#] Scottsdale.
Cornbread [C#m] bed, and you know I'm raising [C#] plenty here.
I'm turnt up like some hokies at a keg-a-potty in a hotel.
And I'm breaking down these barriers like drywall in these free pairs.
I'm cold with my [C#m] shit, boy.
I'm cold with my [C#] style, boy.
That backwoods, that [C#m] hick town, that late night, that [C#] driving rap.
That George Strait crank real loud, got lightning bugs on my windshield.
That back road, no pop smell, and I'm sipping on that pop rap.
I wreck shit, my [C#m] motto, got red nicks by the truckload.
That smell good, stay sprayed on a hit downtown to take [C#] girls home.
That bonfire, light that up.
Homegrown shit, grow one.
I got a gun rack in my back glass, and a big gun at home, boy.
We don't need another [F#] pretty boy singing pretty songs.
[C#] Fake country [B] boys [F#] doing country all wrong.
[C#] Get another [Bm] haggard on.
Get [F#] somebody chewing pipe.
_ _ [C#] _ [B] I need a slaver [F#] half-assed y'all.
Can [C#] I get a rabble?
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_ _ _ _ [C#m] Hey, hey, [C#] _
[C#m] hey, hey, [C#] hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.