Outlaw In 'Em - Waylon

It’s a fine, fine line

Between whiskey, and water, into wine

It’s a long way home

When you’re down and out and out here on your own

But it don’t matter who you are when it’s time to lock and load

Everybody’s got a little outlaw in 'em

Chrome piece hidin' in their blacked out denim

Heartbeat beatin' to a rock 'n' roll rhythm, yeah

Everybody’s got a couple scarred up knuckles

Blood on their boots and their back-off buckle

Diamondback rattle with a quick strike venom

Everybody’s got a little outlaw in 'em

(Hmm)

When they knock you to the ground

You ain’t gonna let nobody keep you down

When your back’s against the wall

That’s when you gotta learn to stand up tall

Yeah, that rebel fight inside of you

Has been there all along

Everybody’s got a little outlaw in 'em

Chrome piece hidin' in their blacked out denim

Heartbeat beatin' to a rock 'n' roll rhythm, yeah

Everybody’s got a couple scarred up knuckles

Blood on their boots and their back-off buckle

Diamondback rattle with a quick strike venom

Everybody’s got a little outlaw in 'em

(Oh, ohh)

Everybody’s got a little outlaw in 'em

Chrome piece hidin' in their blacked out denim

Heartbeat beatin' to a rock 'n' roll rhythm, yeah

Huh, everybody’s got a little frontman swagger

Stone cold rollin' like a young Mick Jagger

A new tattoo that you can’t keep hidden

Everybody’s got a little outlaw in 'em, yeah

(Oh, ohh)

I said, everybody’s got a little outlaw in 'em, aw