I am an outcast I'm a nomad without home I am an outlaw I'm disowned And I am no man's son The first man I killed was the earl's right-hand man When he came to take her away I ran his own sword straight through his throat

Half Cherokee and Choctaw My baby she's a Chippewa She's one of a kind 'Cause I'm an Indian outlaw I'm an Indian outlaw All my friends call me Bear Claw The Village Cheaftin' is my paw-paw He gets his orders from my maw-maw She makes him walk the line

I'm an outlaw I do my thing and talk my shit and run my mouth off I never really ever gave a fuck about y'all I got a lot of hits left like a southpaw Without y'all I was right about what, I was wrong about when Yeah, just copped a mansion and my parents

You're an outlaw You're an outlaw running from love If you tear her world apart you have no regrets If there's a key to your heart no one's found it yet You've been riding this horse a long time Why can't you find what you've been looking for? Always

In the life we live as thugs Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see It's hard to be a man Ridin' wit' my guns in hand In the life Why explain the game? Niggas ain't listenin' Stuck in positions if victims can't stand the heat Then stay the fuck out

We'll be outlaws You'll never face a judge without me You'll never battle the gavel alone And if they lock us away Then I'll be still here Partners in crime I'm Bonnie you can be Clyde

Jealous niggas I despise, look in my eyes We tradin' war stories, Outlawz on the rise We tradin' war stories, we Outlawz on the rise A military mind, nigga A military mind mean money A criminal grind, nigga A criminal grind mean hustle Now can your mind

I'm an Indian outlaw Half Cherokee and Choctaw My baby she's a Chippewa She's one of a kind All my friends call me Bear Claw Village cheatin' is my paw-paw He gets his orders from my maw-may She makes him walk the line You can find me in my wigwam

Ridin' 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin' from ol' John Law Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar Brother I'm hell on wheels Got the booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw Duct tape on that license

That's were I'm from Cowboy town Dirt, Mud, and Dust Bibles and Beer Outlaws, Barb Wire, Saddles, and Steers Its a simple life, Oh its sacred ground. Hard times, High winds can't bring us down In cowboy town, yeah cowboy town We wear our boots to dinner