Renegade - Smut Peddlers

Rigid chopper

Six gun at his side

All he has to live for

Is another place to ride

Hasn’t got a home or a family

Doesn’t hold a regular job

He’s living off the land

And the people that he robs

Lawless rebel

Outlaw renegade

Burning up miles of black top

Hoping to get laid

Here comes another one horse town

There goes another bank

Only a few had to be put down

And he’s still got half a tank

Nights about Tennessee whiskey

Days are all bathtub crank

His pockets are bulging with money

And the good Lord gets all the thanks

Lawless rebel

Outlaw renegade

Sailing along on the open road

By sundown he’ll get paid

Wind whips through his hair

In the high plains desert sun

Headed he cares not where

With two fifths, a bindle and his gun

One place he does not care to go

Is a place called life in jail

His iron cross rear view mirror

Shows a state trooper on his tail

He shoots it out with the copper

And he empties his .44

He’s runnin' low on bullets

But the cops got plenty more

He takes cover behind the fat bob tanks

of his '53 panhead

But a round ricochets of the S&S carb

And leaves him on the highway dead

Lawless rebel

Outlaw renegade

The universal truth is that

The piper must be paid