Back in the day it was a six gun, and a six string Man, that was country That's the way country still out to be It was lived, not taught, it was earn that ball Had to put in the work to get to the top Let me tell you, how things really gone wrong These days, it's all wannabes singing someone else's songs Everybody's doing the same damn thing Where have the rebels gone? 'Cause we don't need Another pretty boy, singing pretty songs We country boys, doing country outlaw We need another Haggard, or Johnny Cash Somebody chewing tobacco, and whipping ass I need a preacher, I need a savior How about y'all? Can I get an outlaw? It don't have to be honkytonks, boots, and wrangler jeans It ain't the banjo or the fiddle, no It's the words and what they mean If you gonna talk the talk, you better walk the walk And brother that's the truth So honestly, what would Waylon do? I can guarantee that if he was alive today He'd ask us one more time "Are you sure Hank done it this way?" 'Cause we don't need Another pretty boy, singing pretty songs We country boys, doing country outlaw We need another Haggard, or Johnny Cash Somebody chewing tobacco, and whipping ass I need a preacher, I need a savior How about y'all? Can I get an outlaw? Are the good times really gone for good? Or did we get back to our roots? It's about that time we raise the bar So raise a glass if you feel like I do 'Cause we don't need Another pretty boy, singing pretty songs We country boys, doing country outlaw We need another Haggard, or Johnny Cash Somebody chewing tobacco, and whipping ass I need a preacher, I need a savior How about y'all? And now I pray country answers my call Can I get an outlaw? Oh, can I get an outlaw?