Outlaws! - gacha life girl

Adalida, pretty little Cajun queen Sweet Dixie flower, the bell of the bayou You're every young man's dream Adalida, I'd walk through a hurricane To stand beside ya, sweet Adalida I'd swim the Ponchartrain Oh no, here ya coming down the road With your cotton dress a swishing You're getting some attention From all the boys in Thibodaux Oh my, you're really filling up their eyes Smiling and a-winking I know what they're thinking But I'm the only one who loves you so Adalida, pretty little Cajun queen Sweet Dixie flower, the bell of the bayou You're every young man's dream Adalida, I'd walk through a hurricane To stand beside ya, sweet Adalida I'd swim the Ponchartrain Oh no, the hottest little dish I know I know that you can tell it You're making me so jealous From my head down to my toes Oh me, you could make a red neck green The way that you're a-looking You got me a-cooking And I ain't talking bout Etoufee' Adalida, pretty little Cajun queen Sweet Dixie flower, the bell of the bayou You're every young man's dream Adalida, I'd walk through a hurricane To stand beside ya, sweet Adalida I'd swim the Ponchartrain Adalida, pretty little Cajun queen Sweet Dixie flower, the bell of the bayou You're every young man's dream Adalida, I'd walk through a hurricane To stand beside ya, sweet Adalida I'd swim the Ponchartrain To stand beside ya, sweet Adalida To stand beside ya, sweet Adalida Just to stand beside of my sweet Adalida I'd swim the Pontchartrain

I was born a country singer I love Charley Pride Raised on 'He Stopped Loving Her' Cut my teeth on 'Mama Tried.' Yes, I love Hank Williams But I still love rock 'n roll Hank Jr, me and Waylon We're all cut from the same mold. And they say country's changin' And we must all adjust But I still think there's lots of room For old outlaws like us. I love to jam with the Skynyrd band 'Cause 'Freebird' chills my bones And I've talked trash with Johnny Cash And I've sung with George Jones. And I have played on the Opry stage Where the country legends stood Where you don't give lies or alibis 'Cause they don't do no good. And Lord, I guess, that I've been blessed Though I have been kicked and cussed But it's nothing new to moan the blues For old outlaws like us. And I wear this country banner And I'm proud to wave the flag And you can talk all day 'bout the next Billy Ray But I'll cast my vote for Hag. And when all those screamin' metal bands Have corroded into rust There'll still be a show on Music Row For old outlaws like us. Now, I don't have a crystal ball To tell what lies ahead But I play my way, though some folks say Country rock is dead. And you may call me old-fashioned You may think I'm insane But rhythm and blues is in my blood And pumping through my veins. And I've still got some loyal fans That I know I can trust Who will sell their souls for rock 'n roll And old outlaws like us. Repeat Chorus...

Oh, nowhere left to go Are we getting closer, closer? No, all we know is no Nights are getting colder, colder Hey Tears all fall the same We all feel the rain We can't change Everywhere we go We're looking for the sun Nowhere to grow old We're always on the run They say we'll rot in hell But I don't think we will They've branded us enough Outlaws of love Scars make us who we are Hearts and homes are broken, broken Far, we could go so far With our minds wide open, open Hey Tears all fall the same We all feel the rain We can't change Everywhere we go We're looking for the sun Nowhere to grow old We're always on the run They say we'll rot in hell But I don't think we will They've branded us enough Outlaws of love Everywhere we go We're looking for the sun Nowhere to grow old We're always on the run They say we'll rot in hell But I don't think we will They've branded us enough Outlaws of love Outlaws of love Outlaws of love Outlaws of love Outlaws of love

Nowhere girl, you're livin' in a dream Nowhere girl, you stay behind the scenes Nowhere girl, you never go outside Nowhere girl, because you prefer to hide Every day Every night In that old familiar light You hang up when I call you at home And I try to get through When I try to talk to you But there's something stoppin' me From getting through Nowhere girl, what you had, you need Nowhere girl, all functional and neat Nowhere girl, it's self imposed exile Nowhere girl, a long to life denial Every day Every night In that old familiar light You hang up when I call you at home And I try to get through When I try to talk to you But there's something stoppin' me From getting through Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh, Ooh Every day Every night In that old familiar light You hang up when I call you at home And I try to get through When I try to talk to you But there's something stopping me From getting through