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...

(Writers: Jay Livingston, Ray Evans) City sidewalks, busy sidewalks, Dressed in holiday style, In the air there's a feeling of Christmas. Children laughing, people passing, Meeting smile after smile, And on every street corner you hear. Silver bells, silver bells, It's Christmastime in the city. Hear the bells go ding-a-ling, hear them ring, Soon it will be Christmas day. Strings of street lights, even stop lights Blink a bright red and green As the shoppers rush home with their treasures. Hear the snow crunch, see the kids bunch, This is Santa's big scene, And above all this bustle you hear. Silver bells, silver bells, It's Christmastime in the city. Hear the bells go ding-a-ling, hear them ring, Soon it will be Christmas day...

(Travis Tritt) Well, he was the assistant preacher And the Sunday school teacher In the church that I grew up in She was looker from Atlanta, Led the choir, played piano Had a body that was made for sin. She didn't care that he was married, 'Cause the torch that she carried Was hotter than the fires of hell She had plans to seduce him, If she could, she could loosen A notch in the bible belt. So, she called him up at home When she knew he'd be alone Said, 'Preacher I could use advice, I got troubles with a man That I know you'll understand If you could help me it would sure be nice. They met a few minutes after In the office of the Pastor And she started telling how she felt What a chance they were takin' When they first started breakin' The laws of the bible belt. There's a lot of good people Who are led astray That believe what the good Book said Well, I'll tell ya somethin' brother When you're dealin' with the Devil It's tough to keep a level head. And it's hard to imagine How the flames of passion Can burn you till your soul will melt And it'll spread like a cancer But you're gonna have to answer To the Lord and the bible belt. Someone said they went to Vegas, Back home it didn't take us Long to hear the news of what they did Nobody could believe that he Left his wife to grieve Alone with two pre-school kids. I don't know how they're doin' But I know that they're screwin' Up a good thing they once had They better get their heads together Or they're gonna slap leather With the Lord and the bible belt. Repeat Chorus They better get their heads together Or they're gonna slap leather With the Lord and the bible belt...

So you finally got the nerve to ask that little girl You've been diggin' on if she wants to go out She said yes, now you wantin' to impress But you ain't got no Casanova know-how You ain't gotta read a book to get her on the hook She's a country baby through and through If you wanna do right on a Saturday night This is all you've gotta do Pick her up in a pickup truck Take her out to a honky tonk Turn an ice cold longneck up Dance around to an old jukebox If you really wanna rock the world Of a pretty little country girl Just remember when you pick her up Pick her up in a pickup truck (Ain't that right, Travis?) Yeah, buddy, she ain't got no use for a BMW Or wine from a hundred dollar bottle She'd rather bounce around in the outskirts of town Shotgunnin' in a muddy Silverado If you're gonna have a chance to closin' time romance Put the switch on the neon hard Don't forget the first step 'fore you get to two steps Knowin' right where to start Pick her up in a pickup truck And take her out to a honky tonk Turn an ice cold longneck up Dance around to an old jukebox If you really wanna rock the world Of a pretty little country girl Just remember when you pick her up Pick her up in a pickup truck Go get her son! Woo! Yeah! She wants to party and paint the town Kick up her boots to a country sound Come on, buddy, don't let us down Pick her up in a pickup truck And take her out to a honky tonk Turn an ice cold longneck up Dance around to an old jukebox If you really wanna rock the world Of a pretty little country girl Just remember when you pick her up Pick her up in a pickup truck You might even make her fall in love Pick her up in a pickup truck Ooh! Yeah (Take her out to a country club, isn't that right?) One, two, three

It's not easy enough The way I am makes it tough Come get your phone Don't wanna be here alone Someday I will be fine Be able to see the sunshine Appreciate what's mine Appreciate that I'm one of a kind I still believe Though I'm on my knees Yeah, I still believe You're the outcast, you cry when we all laugh I'll be the one that you want to be the outcast You're the outcast, I cry when you all laugh Outcast Someday we will be fine Be able to see the sunshine We won't go into it blind We'll appreciate that we're one of a kind I still believe Though I'm on my knees Yeah, we'll still be free You're the outcast, you cry when we all laugh I'll be the one that you want to be the outcast You're the outcast, I cry when you all laugh Outcast You're the outcast, you cry when we all laugh I'll be the one that you want to be the outcast You're the outcast, I cry when you all laugh Outcast You're the outcast, you cry when we all laugh I'll be the one that you want to be the outcast You're the outcast, I cry when you all laugh Outcast You're the outcast, you cry when we all laugh I'll be the one that you want to be the outcast You're the outcast, I cry when you all laugh Outcast, outcast, outcast, oh, yeah