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I dream a reoccurring dream One that luckily frequents I walk into a little dive bar It smells of smoke and whiskey I sit a table with three gentlemen They happen to be outlaws These aren't ordinary outlaws They are the men that set the bar There is the Man in Black Next to him is good ol Waylon Next to Waylon is No Show Jones These men have seen it all I sit down and order a glass of bourbon They treat me like an old friend They share their stories Imparting wisdom I could never imagine From the pain, the woe and the happiness I take a lot with me They tell me not to go soft Stay the course, be who you are As I finish the bourbon, I shake each of their hands Giving them my honest thanks I am an outlaw And I hope to fill their boots one day
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Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC
It's Hard To Be An Outlaw
I dream a reoccurring dream One that luckily frequents I walk into a little dive bar It smells of smoke and whiskey I sit a table with three gentlemen They happen to be outlaws These aren't ordinary outlaws They are the men that set the bar There is the Man in Black Next to him is good ol Waylon Next to Waylon is No Show Jones These men have seen it all I sit down and order a glass of bourbon They treat me like an old friend They share their stories Imparting wisdom I could never imagine From the pain, the woe and the happiness I take a lot with me They tell me not to go soft Stay the course, be who you are As I finish the bourbon, I shake each of their hands Giving them my honest thanks I am an outlaw And I hope to fill their boots one day
#country#wisdom#tonk
CoreyK
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CoreyK
Illinois
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC
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