I was born a country singernI love Charlie PridenRaised on 'He Stopped Loving Her'nCut my teeth on 'Mama Tried'nYes, I love Hank WilliamsnBut I still love rock 'n rollnHank Jr., me and WaylonnWe're all cut from the same moldnAnd they say country's changin'nAnd we must all adjustnBut I still think there's lots of roomnFor old outlaws like usnnI love to jam with the Skynyrd bandn'Cause 'Freebird' chills my bonesnAnd I've talked trash with Johnny CashnAnd I've sung with George JonesnAnd I have played on the Opry stagenWhere the country legends stoodnWhere you don't give lies or alibisn'Cause they don't do no goodnAnd Lord, I guess, that I've been blessednThough I have been kicked and cussednBut it's nothing new to moan the bluesnFor old outlaws like usnnAnd I wear this country bannernAnd I'm proud to wave the flagnAnd you can talk all day 'bout the next Billy RaynBut I'll cast my vote for HagnAnd when all those screamin' metal bandsnHave corroded into rustnThere'll still be a show on Music RownFor old outlaws like usnnNow, I don't have a crystal ballnTo tell what lies aheadnBut I play my way, though some folks saynCountry rock is deadnAnd you may call me old-fashionednYou may think I'm insanenBut rhythm and blues is in my bloodnAnd pumping through my veinsnAnd I've still got some loyal fansnThat I know I can trustnWho will sell their souls for rock 'n rollnAnd old outlaws like usnnAnd I wear this country bannernAnd I'm proud to wave the flagnAnd you can talk all day 'bout the next Billy RaynBut I'll cast my vote for HagnAnd when all those screamin' metal bandsnHave corroded into rustnThere'll still be a show on Music RownFor old outlaws like us