Outfit Songtext
von Jason Isbell

You wanna grow up to paint houses like me
With a trailer in my yard ′til you're twenty-three
You wanna feel old after forty-two years
Keep droppin′ the hammer and grindin' the gears
Well, I used to go out in a Mustang
A 302 Mark 1 in green
'Til me and your mama made you in the back
And I sold it to buy her a ring

And I learned not to say much of nothin′
So I figure you already know
But in case you don′t or maybe you forgot
I'll lay it out real nice and slow


Don′t call what you're wearin′ an outfit
Don't ever say your car is broke
Don′t worry 'bout losin' your accent
′Cause a southern man tells better jokes
Have fun and stay clear of the needle
Call home on your sister′s birthday
Don't tell ′em you're bigger than Jesus
And don′t give it away

Don't give it away

Five years in a St. Florian firm
They called Industrial Park
And I worked hospital maintenance
Took classes at tech school to memorize refrigerator parts

But I got to missin′ your mama
And I got to missin' you too
So I went back to paintin' for my old man
And I guess that′s what I′ll always do

So don't let ′em take who you are, boy
And don't try to be who you ain′t
And don't let me catch you in Kentuck
With a bucket of wealthy man′s paint
And don't call what you're wearin′ an outfit
Don′t ever say your car is broke


And don't sing with a fake British accent
Son, and don′t act like your family's a joke
Have fun and stay clear of the needle
Call home on your sister′s birthday
Don't tell ′em you're bigger than Jesus
And don't give it away
Don′t give it away