outlaw classics
jelly roll
i'm from the real nashville
when preston taylor was the jungle
now i'm standin' in a crowd full of strangers in my city
with some kid from california singin' conway twitty
'cause i'm feelin' like the villain in the 'ville
to be real i don't recognize half the people here
there's a tear in my beer
make a toast take a cheer
when they tore down my neighborhood
i got blood drops in my whiskey
there's too many neon lights
no familiar hometown faces
beneath these guitars late at night
these was stompin' grounds once upon a time
now it's all glam and flashy
i guess i'm old school goin' down slow
like them outlaw classics
it's that tequila drinkin'
i'ma fuck around and leave with both women
baby we don't catch feelin's
record label send the contract
just like johnny cash did it
this city we be goin' hard
long before they named these bars after country music stars
these scars tell them stories of them bar room brawls
the nights we stood in line to hit a line in bathroom stalls
hit that tiger mart at 30 deep on friday night
holla at girls and just ride all night
i got blood drops in my whiskey
there's too many neon lights
no familiar hometown faces
beneath these guitars late at night
these was stompin' grounds once upon a time
now it's all glam and flashy
i guess i'm old school goin' down slow
like them outlaw classics
son i was 17 years old still wet behind my fuckin' ears
five deep in the primer monte carlo bumpin' through the 'ville
country as a 'mater from the outskirts of this sketchy danger zone
all i knew was feedin' chickens
past two o'clock music city went to sleep
now it's mini new york city with a bunch of shiny teeth
yeah they're rentin' out a room
but dog i'm used to pushin' and shovin'
i dove in every bar from broadway to fuckin' demario
you ain't never seen a man with no legs jam out with the fiddle
you ain't never seen the witch with spoons get down and wet her whistle
you ain't never been surrounded by some rich kids up at vandy
broke a beer bottle and chase them bitches all the way to campus west
i got blood drops in my whiskey
there's too many neon lights
no familiar hometown faces
beneath these guitars late at night
these was stompin' grounds once upon a time
now it's all glam and flashy
i guess i'm old school goin' down slow
like them outlaw classics