Lyrics

well grandpa was an outlaw man
he was buried in a box with a pistol in his hand
he was an outlaw, born to be an outlaw
that was back in the horse and buggy days
when there was no honer, men set in their ways
that was my grandpa, born to be an outlaw
well he never had a claim to fame
he just done enough, to ruin the family name
that was my grandpa, he was an outlaw
but it must have ran in the family
cause daddy never had much to do with me
he was an outlaw. just like my grandpa
he'd be gone everyday and out all night
momma new where he was, and she new it wasn't right
she married an outlaw, just like my grandma
I never new where the money came from
I just new my dad was on the run
he was an outlaw, just like my grandpa
I'd watch out the window until he'd leave
and I'd think someday, man that's gonna be me
I'd stand in front of the mirror and pull my gun
pretend I had the good guys on the run
I was 11 years old the first time I stoled
and I new right then it would be a long row to hoe
to be an outlaw
I new if I diddn't change my evil ways
I'd stare them both in the eyes at hell's gate
like an outlaw