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 came up she couldn't take no more She came undone a-cryin', a-crawlin' for the door Well it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore And the only friends that's left is them behind that swinging door And it's hard to keep your try up when your back is to the floor And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore The record people nowadays keep spinning round and round Songs 'bout the back roads that 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 that swinging door And it's hard to keep your try up when your back is to the floor And it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore White lightning is the horse I ride, pedal to the floor He blows fire from his nostrils and runs like Man-O-War Someday we both may wind up in some junkyard on the side But until that day you can bet your ass we're gonna whip and ride But it's hard to be an outlaw who ain't wanted anymore And the only friends that's left is them behind that swinging door And it's hard to keep your try up when your back is to the floor 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 --- Hard to Be an Outlaw - Willie Nelson