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Outlaw You

Shooter Jennings
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
 
 
 
   2x
   (stay on
   to FIRST
   chord)
 I  get home from a long day.
 Put  on the radio.
 Lookin  for some country soul.
 But  I don't find it, no.
 It's  a dirt road free for all.
 Some  ol boys sayin they're outlaws.
 They  dress the part and they talk the talk.
 You  know they been taught to walk the walk.
 PRE- CHORUS
 These  boys think they're tough.
 Like  they been robbin banks.
 Cause  they name drop Johnny Cash.
 And  they name drop poor ol Hank.
 Hey  pretty boy in the base ball hat.
 You  couldn't hit country with a baseball bat.
 Country  ain't just about where you're at.
 It's  about bein true to what's inside of you.
 You  say you're an outlaw, with your perfect boots
 That  you got from your record label's image group.
 Sing  another man's song with a big drum loop.
 Listen  son, you ain't got a clue.
 You  can't buy true.
 Tell  ya what they should do.
 
 
 
 They  should Outlaw You.
 Let  me paint a picture for you.
 Nashville  in '62
 The  formula had proven true.
 They  didn't let nothin new through.
 When  Waylon came to town.
 They  didn't like his original sound.
 They  tried hard to keep him down.
 They  tried hard to starve him out.
 But  he kept playin shows.
 And pressin on.
 Chippin  away song by song.
 After  years and years of strugglin strong.
 He  got his chance and he took it to Number one
 With  This Time. in 74
 With  his band in the back and four on the floor.
 That  one record busted down the door.
 And  the record labels had the control no more.
 Then  in '76 came the outlaws record.
 Sold  the first million in country music ever.
 Those  ol boys with long hair and braids
 Stayed  true to their sound and freed the slaves.
 And  all these years later
 the  suits got back their grip.
 They  took the outlaw concept.
 And  they re-packaged it.
 And  there's a million ol Waylon fans
 Singin  Dont You Think This Outlaw Bit Has Gotten way Out Of Hand.
 Hey  pretty boy in the cowboy hat.
 You  couldn't hit country with a baseball bat.
 Country  ain't just about where you're at.
 It's  about bein true to what's inside of you.
 You  say you're an outlaw, with your perfect boots
 That  you got from your record label's image group.
 Sing  another man's song with a big drum loop.
 Listen  son, you ain't got a clue.
 You  can't buy true.
 Tell  ya what they should do.
 
 
 
 They  should Outlaw You.
 They Should Outlaw You
 (one strum per chord per line , let chord ring)
 Hey  pretty boy in the base ball hat.
 You  couldn't hit country with a baseball bat.
 Country  ain't just about where you're at.
 It's  about bein true to what's inside of you.
 (resume normal strumming pattern)
 You  say you're an outlaw, with your perfect boots
 That  you got from your record label's image group.
 Sing  another man's song with a big drum loop.
 Listen  son, you ain't got a clue.
 You  can't buy true.
 Tell  ya what they  should do.

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Readable chord sheet for Outlaw You by Shooter Jennings

[Em]
 [G]
 [D]
 [C] 2x
 [Em] (stay on
 [Em] to FIRST
 [G] chord)

I[Em] get home from a long day.

P[G]ut on the radio.

L[D]ookin for some country soul.

B[C]ut I don't find it, no.

I[Em]t's a dirt road free for all.

S[G]ome ol boys sayin they're outlaws.

T[D]hey dress the part and they talk the talk.

Y[C]ou know they been taught to walk the walk.

PRE- CHORUS

T[Em]hese boys think they're tough.

L[D]ike they been robbin banks.

C[Am]ause they name drop Johnny Cash.

A[Bm]nd they name drop poor ol Hank.

H[Em]ey pretty boy in the base ball hat.

Y[G]ou couldn't hit country with a baseball bat.

C[D]ountry ain't just about where you're at.

I[C]t's about bein true to what's inside of you.       [D]

Y[Em]ou say you're an outlaw, with your perfect boots

T[G]hat you got from your record label's image group.

S[D]ing another man's song with a big drum loop.

L[C]isten son, you ain't got a clue.         [D]

Y[C]ou can't buy true.

T[D]ell ya what they should do.

 [Em]
 [G]
 [D]
T[C]hey should Outlaw You.

L[Em]et me paint a picture for you.

N[G]ashville in '62

T[D]he formula had proven true.

T[C]hey didn't let nothin new through.

W[Em]hen Waylon came to town.

T[G]hey didn't like his original sound.

T[D]hey tried hard to keep him down.

T[C]hey tried hard to starve him out.

B[Em]ut he kept playin shows.

And pressin on.

C[G]hippin away song by song.

A[D]fter years and years of strugglin strong.

H[C]e got his chance and he took it to Number one

W[Em]ith This Time. in 74

W[G]ith his band in the back and four on the floor.

T[D]hat one record busted down the door.

A[C]nd the record labels had the control no more.

T[Em]hen in '76 came the outlaws record.

S[G]old the first million in country music ever.

T[D]hose ol boys with long hair and braids

S[C]tayed true to their sound and freed the sl[D]aves.

A[Am7]nd all these years later

t[D]he suits got back their grip.

T[Em]hey took the outlaw concept.

A[D]nd they re-packaged it.

A[C]nd there's a million ol Waylon f[D]ans

S[Bm]ingin Dont You Think This Outlaw Bit Has Gotten way Out Of Hand.

H[Em]ey pretty boy in the cowboy hat.

Y[G]ou couldn't hit country with a baseball bat.

C[D]ountry ain't just about where you're at.

I[C]t's about bein true to what's inside of you.                 [D]

Y[Em]ou say you're an outlaw, with your perfect boots

T[G]hat you got from your record label's image group.

S[D]ing another man's song with a big drum loop.

L[C]isten son, you ain't got a clue.         [D]

Y[C]ou can't buy true.

T[D]ell ya what they should do.

 [Em]
 [G]
 [D]
T[C]hey should Outlaw You.

They Should Outlaw You

(one strum per chord per line , let chord ring)

H[Em]ey pretty boy in the base ball hat.

Y[G]ou couldn't hit country with a baseball bat.

C[D]ountry ain't just about where you're at.

I[C]t's about bein true to what's inside of you.                 [D]

(resume normal strumming pattern)

Y[Em]ou say you're an outlaw, with your perfect boots

T[G]hat you got from your record label's image group.

S[D]ing another man's song with a big drum loop.

L[C]isten son, you ain't got a clue.         [D]

Y[C]ou can't buy true.

T[D]ell ya what [Em]they should do.

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