| It’s a fine, fine line
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| Between whiskey, and water, into wine
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| It’s a long way home
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| When you’re down and out and out here on your own
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| But it don’t matter who you are when it’s time to lock and load
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| Everybody’s got a little outlaw in 'em
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| Chrome piece hidin' in their blacked out denim
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| Heartbeat beatin' to a rock 'n' roll rhythm, yeah
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| Everybody’s got a couple scarred up knuckles
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| Blood on their boots and their back-off buckle
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| Diamondback rattle with a quick strike venom
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| Everybody’s got a little outlaw in 'em
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| (Hmm)
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| When they knock you to the ground
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| You ain’t gonna let nobody keep you down
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| When your back’s against the wall
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| That’s when you gotta learn to stand up tall
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| Yeah, that rebel fight inside of you
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| Has been there all along
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| Everybody’s got a little outlaw in 'em
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| Chrome piece hidin' in their blacked out denim
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| Heartbeat beatin' to a rock 'n' roll rhythm, yeah
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| Everybody’s got a couple scarred up knuckles
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| Blood on their boots and their back-off buckle
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| Diamondback rattle with a quick strike venom
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| Everybody’s got a little outlaw in 'em
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| (Oh, ohh)
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| Everybody’s got a little outlaw in 'em
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| Chrome piece hidin' in their blacked out denim
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| Heartbeat beatin' to a rock 'n' roll rhythm, yeah
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| Huh, everybody’s got a little frontman swagger
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| Stone cold rollin' like a young Mick Jagger
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| A new tattoo that you can’t keep hidden
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| Everybody’s got a little outlaw in 'em, yeah
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| (Oh, ohh)
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| I said, everybody’s got a little outlaw in 'em, aw |