We're just back road bad news, same small town crew
Gettin' gone just to get right, hidin' out from the blue lights
Buckshot stop signs, bug-legged moonshine
A little rattin' against the grain, wild west runnin' through our veins
If it was a hundred years ago, we'd be the ones on the wall of posters
Dead or alive in a dozen states
Shootin' whiskey upon horse towns, saddlin' up when the sun went down
Haulin' ass out over some open plain
Yeah, raisin' hells, robbin' trains
Baby, you look like you could be an outlaws lady
I can taste danger in your kiss tonight, I can see us shootin' out the lights
If it was a hundred years ago, we'd be the ones on the wall of posters
Dead or alive in a dozen states
Shootin' whiskey upon horse towns, saddlin' up when the sun went down
Haulin' ass out over some open plain
Yeah, raisin' hells, robbin' trains
Bet we'd be robbin' trains, everyone would know our names
Forget about Jesse James, bet we'd be robbin' trains
Bet we'd be, get your hands up, go ahead and fill it up
Just forget about Jesse James, bet we'd be robbin' trains
If it was a hundred years ago, we'd be the ones on the wall of posters
Dead or alive in a dozen states
We'd be shootin' whiskey upon horse towns, saddlin' up when the sun went down
Haulin' ass out over some open plain
Yeah, raisin' hells, robbin' trains
We'd be raisin' hells, and robbin' trains
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