In "Outlaw Song" by The Creekers feat. Jamey Johnson, a hungover musician rides toward another weekend show, chasing whiskey, crowds, and the ghost of outlaw country legends. An old cowboy in black stops him with a joint and a warning: the road of booze, cocaine, and late nights empties out fast. What matters is whether the steel guitar still rings true, whether strangers still sing along, and whether the king of country would recognize the life lived inside those songs.
Outlaw Song Lyrics by The Creekers
(Feat. Jamey Johnson)
I woke up with a pounding head
Took a shot of whiskey to cure my breath
And I rode on to the next town once again
Met a man in a cowboy hat
He was six feet tall and he was dressed in black
He said, which way you headed?
If you don’t mind me asking my friend
Well, I’m headed down south to play me a show
Do some weekend war and like David Allan Coe
Might even top a good ‘un buddy if you know what I mean
Now it could be a long night if the crowd is on
And I get half lit and sing all the right songs
That old man lit up a joint
Here’s what he said to me
Does your steel guitar ring like old George Jones?
Could they sing along like they would to a Haggard song?
Would the king of country be proud
Cause how long I’ve still lived in country songs?
I’m telling you son, been where you’re at
Stay off of that whiskey
Poured a sip from his flask, he said
Life ain’t easy, time flies fast you see
It ain’t about the money and fame
Or the booze and girls and late nights on cocaine
The song’s about the finer things that the naked eye can’t see
Does your steel guitar ring like old George Jones?
Could they sing along like they would to a Haggard song?
Would the king of country be proud of how long I’ve still lived in country songs?
Would the king of country be proud of how long I’ve still lived in country songs?
