"If I Was An Outlaw" lyrics

You'd think we ran out of gunpowder
The way things keep going up into smoke
There ain't much law and order 'round here
Gotta make justice on your own
Price of whiskey's at an all-time high
Without getting drunk, it's hard getting by
Maybe I should go grab my .45
And go down to the bank

And say, "Put your hands up
Where I can see 'em
Ma'am, put that money in the bag, goddammit
I don't mean to be rude"
I'd take the first train out to Encinitas
If I was an outlaw
That's what I'd do

Life ain't what it used to be
Wish you could swing by the saloon
Grab a couple shots with your boys
Without anyone shooting you
Heard tales of the legends of West
We need 'em all back here to clean up this mess
Hell, maybe I'll go grab my 6-iron
And head into town

I'd say, "Put your hands up
Where I can see 'em
Everybody off of this wagon right now
I'm robbing you"
And I'd ride that stagecoach off to Santa Rita
If I was an outlaw
Hell, that's what I'd do

If I was an outlaw
Hell, that's what I'd do
If I was an outlaw
Hell, that's what I'd do