She was cuter than a speckled pup just turned twenty one
She had a lot of fun playing with my gun
Just before the sun came up she couldn't take no more
She came undone a-cryin', a-crawlin' for the door

Well it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore
And the only friends that's left is them behind that swinging door
And it's hard to keep your try up when your back is to the floor
And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore

The record people nowadays keep spinning round and round
Songs 'bout the back roads that they never have been down
They go and call it country, but that ain't the way it sounds
It's enough to make a renegade want to terrorize the town

And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore
And the only friends that's left is them behind that swinging door
And it's hard to keep your try up when your back is to the floor
And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore

White lightning is the horse I ride, pedal to the floor
He blows fire from his nostrils and runs like Man-O-War
Someday we both may wind up in some junkyard on the side
But until that day you can bet your ass we're gonna whip and ride

But it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore
And the only friends that's left is them behind that swinging door
And it's hard to keep your try up when your back is to the floor
And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore
And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore

Copyright: ME GUSTA MUSIC
Writer(s): BIlly Joe Shaver