Whiskey and Outlaws

In a smoky bar down a lonesome road Where the outlaws gather to share

their load Whiskey flows like the tales they tell Of gunfighters' glory

and the depths of hell The piano's playing that mournful tune Echoes of battles

beneath the pale moon These shadows of men are a dangerous breed

With hearts as wild as the horses they breed Outlaws and gunfighters Dancing with fate

A life of rebellion It's never too late Underneath the stars

where the lost souls roam Whiskey and outlaws, they call this place

home With a six-shooter strapped tight to their thighs They ride the