Video Karaoke Outlaw - Upchurch & Luke Combs

Este tema es una versión de Outlaw, que popularizó Upchurch
feat. Luke Combs
(Can I Get an Outlaw)

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Mismo tempo que el original: 75.6 BPM

Tonalidad idéntica al original: DO♯m

La canción empieza a capella

Duración: 04:17 - Escuchar en: 00:44

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Fecha de publicación: 2015
Géneros: Rap & Hip-Hop, Country, En inglés
Compositor original: Robert Steven Williford, Joshua Michael Phillips, Luke Combs, Ryan Upchurch

Todo el contenido de nuestro sitio web es reproducido íntegramente por nuestros músicos en el estudio. No utilizamos ninguna parte de las grabaciones originales ni hacemos uso de tecnología de separación de stems con IA de ninguna manera.

Letra Outlaw

Where have the rebels gone
We don't need another pretty boy singin' pretty songs
Fake country boys doin' country all wrong
We need another Haggard or a Johnny Cash
Somebody chewin' 'baccer and whippin' ass
I need a preacher
I need a savior
How about y'all
Can I get an outlaw
Let me get a outlaw like the man who raised me up
Haulin' chickens to Kentucky in the back of beat up trucks
Because all I'm seein' now is Hollywood wearin' some huntin' gear
And TV shows 'bout idiots that think country is drinkin' beer
I'm sick of seein' skinny jeans smilin' like a cover girl
I wanna see some kids outback with twenty-twos poppin' squirrels
I wanna see some young guns goin' out on a duck hunt
And lesser of this Flappy Bird and actin' like a lazy bum
'Cos trends got it twisted and they make country a petty style
Now where's all my country folks that actually could go survive
When that stock market crashes
I'll be somewhere deep off in these pines
Killin' shit, kickin' ass and takin' what the hell is mine
We don't need another pretty boy singin' pretty songs
Fake country boys doin' country all wrong
We need another Haggard or a Johnny Cash
Somebody chewin' 'baccer and whippin' ass
I need a preacher
I need a savior
How about y'all
Can I get an outlaw
I got scars on my knuckles from a loud mouth in the parkin' lot
Knife wounds in my back from so called friends that tend to lie a lot
There's snakes up in the grass but bubba shit
I'm used to walkin' tall
And if I feel you're talkin' shit won't second guess to jack your jaw
Today the world we live in realness tends to wash and fade away
That's why if you ain't walkin' shit then I don't care for shit you say
I met the folks I idolize and so far they're some white ass lies
Just country fake in good disguise
Now tell me how that tends to fly
I'm on my southern pride twang
Baby come and roll with me
Backwoods as it gets and not the shit that you see on TV
I'm talkin' Chevy C-Ten
Kickin' up some brown rocks
Thirty-O-Six with a cedar-stained wood stock
We don't need another pretty boy singin' pretty songs
Fake country boys doin' country all wrong
We need another Haggard or a Johnny Cash
Somebody chewin' 'baccer and whippin' ass
I need a preacher
I need a savior
How about y'all
Can I get an outlaw
I stay comin' in like a rock so they be callin' me the Scottsdale
Cornbread fed and you know
I'm raisin' plenty hell
I'm turnt up like some honkies at a kegger party in a hotel
And I'm breakin' down these barriers like drywall that needs repair
I'm cold with my shit boy
I'm cold with my style boy
That backwoods, that hick town
That late night, that drivin' round
That George Strait cranked real loud
Got lightnin' bugs on my windshield
That back road, no cops found and I'm sippin' on that hot brown
I RHEC shit, my motto
Got rednecks by the truckload
That smell good, stay sprayed on
I hit downtown and take girls home
That bonfire, light that up
Home grown shit, roll one
I got a gun rack in my back glass and a big gun it holds one
We don't need another pretty boy singin' pretty songs
Fake country boys doin' country all wrong
We need another Haggard or a Johnny Cash
Somebody chewin' 'baccer and whippin' ass
I need a preacher
I need a savior
How about y'all
Can I get an outlaw

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