(It's the outlaws, run)
Caught me red-handed, can't go to Kansas
Face on a wanted poster, ladies say he's handsome
Too rich to ransom, camp out in a mansion
Law wanna talk, but we can't give 'em answers
Make it boom in a saloon, got 'em doing line dances
Booze to the fuse, "Tipsy" still going platinum
Pay me so much, I feel like I'm John Wayne
I'ma have to rob a bank to recoup the advances
Hey
If the gun smoke's gettin' you high
'Fore you go to shakin' that hand with a smile
Yeah, here's a word to the wise
If you ever make a deal with the devil
You gonna have to settle up someday, singing
Ayo, ayy
You can only ever run 'til Sunday
And if you ever make a deal with the devil
You gonna have to pay it back one day, singing
Ayo, ayy
You can only ever run 'til Sunday
Uh, I make music for the outlaws, who with the law?
Revolver got a speech impediment, love mouthing off
This town ain't big enough for both of us, it's me or y'all
And it don't take 'bout twenty-four to get you wrapped and gone
I got my rifle and my pony with a lit cigar
I'm looking for the nearest bank, I'm finna take it all
It's not a lie to say that me and broke don't get along
So if I ever go broke, know my patience running short to get my paper long
If you ever make a deal with the devil
You gonna have to settle up someday, singing
Ayo, ayy
You can only ever run 'til Sunday
And if you ever make a deal with the devil
You gonna have to pay it back one day, singing
Ayo, ayy
You can only ever run 'til Sunday
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