Songtext Hard to be an outlaw Billy Joe Shaver

Hard to be an outlaw

She was cuter than a speckled pup, just turned twenty one
She had a lot of fun, playing with my gun
Just before the sun come up, she couldn't take no more
She came undone, cryin', crawlin' for the door

And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore
And the only friends that's left is them behind them swingin' doors
And it's hard to keep your trying when your back is to the floor
And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore

I like it when the horse I ride is pedal to the floor
He blows hot from his nostrils and runs like manowar
Someday we both may wind up in some junkyard heard on the side
Until that day you bet your ass we're gonna whip and ride

And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore
And the only friends that's left is them behind them swingin' doors
And it's hard to keep your trying when your back is to the floor
And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore

Some simple stars nowadays get too far off the ground
Singing 'bout the backroads they never have been down
They go and call it country, but that ain't the way it sounds
It's enough to make a renegade want to terrorize the town

And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore
And the only friends that's left is them behind them swingin' doors
And it's hard to go trying when your back is to the door
And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore
And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore