Buried As An Outlaw Songtext
von Moonshine Bandits

White lines, into the sun
He will ride, until it′s done
(Yeah, come on)

This is for the clubs all across the globe (globe)
And every single outlaw that's been to my shows (shows)
All the rebels ridin′ quick, dippin' down the road (yeah)
Bumpin' Texas hippy with some chicks up on a pole (whoo)
Shout out to Happy, Mick, Bobby, and Tim (come on)

At every clubhouse I step my fuckin′ foot in
Rest in peace Tipsy Jones, man he was my friend (yeah)
Drink a fifth of whiskey every time I see him
This is real life shit ain′t not curse son or strip
I got love for every club I ever got drunk with

So grab the clear out the copper, the jar out the locker
Nothin' but respect for your patch and your rocker

Pour whiskey on his casket when they lowered him down
He had two fingers flyin′ high, when they put him in the ground
He was buried as an outlaw (outlaw)
Yeah, he was buried as an outlaw


Do a hundred through the desert raisin' hell to this
Talkin′ real hell raiser's ain′t no Jack Teller's bitch (yeah)
Lightin' up the pine, sippin′ on the devils spit
Finger flyin′ high got no reason but the hell of it
Highway man poppin' wheelies on a Dyna (Dyna)

Splittin′ down the lanes with the law right behind ya
Dive bar drinkin' doin′ burnouts on the pavement
Thinkin' you can hang, nope buddy you′re mistaken
Had to get the green light to make this song (song)
You can drink 'em all night when you crank this song

Grab the clear out the copper, the jar out the locker (yeah)
Nothin' but respect for your patch and your rocker

Pour whiskey on his casket when they lowered him down
He had two fingers flyin′ high, when they put him in the ground
He was buried as an outlaw (outlaw)
Yeah, he was buried as an outlaw

White lines, into the sun
He will ride, until it′s done

They pour whiskey on his casket when they lowered him down
He had two fingers flyin' high, when they put him in the ground
He was buried as an outlaw (outlaw)
Yeah, he was buried as an outlaw


Yeah shout out to every club
What′s up Silky? What up bro?
Tattoo my brother bear man up in Tacoma (He was buried as an outlaw)
What's up Matt Wood? What′s up Light pole? (buried as an outlaw)
What's up Casey? Keytown Chris, what′s happening brother?
What's up Mick, we wrote this one for y'all

If I forgot anybody, I′ve been drinking
You know I still got love for y′all
Oh, yeah, one more thing (whoo!)
What's up to my uncle David Allen Co