Chords for Outlaw - Shot Caller From a Holler ft. Redneck Souljers (Official Music Video)

I know who I [E] am.
Do you?
You're a slave.
_ [F] _ [Gb] Disenfranchised.
Don't even know it.
You drive your shitty truck to your shitty house.
Live out your shitty life.
[F] You think you're better than me because you play by the rules?
Whose rules?
My life is my own. _ _
[B] _ _ _ You ain't even heard a [N] word I said.
I don't give a shit about what you've said. _ _ _ _
I'm an outlaw.
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_ [E] _ _ [E] _ _ [D] I'm an outlaw.
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_ _ _ [E] _ _ [D] I'm an outlaw.
_ _ _ _ _ Waiting in the big box is where I'll be.
I got shine in the storms as far as you can see.
Country Al Capone to find me you need a drone.
Walk up in my woods and get a broad into the dome.
I got frog gigs, trot lines, catfish hooks, and sharpened buck tines.
All for you.
If you cross me for the last time, put you down together while listening to Patsy Cline.
I'm a competition moving like molasses.
Got girls cooking shots so I can look at their fat asses.
Riding into town, I'm a horse with the force.
They always trying to catch you but I communicate in morse.
Dab to the carpetbagger, always looking dapper.
Hit him with the dagger, put his ass up on a platter.
Feed me.
I'm hungry, mother truckers.
Just trying to make some [Ab] money.
Get out and burn [D] rubber.
Shot collar from a high.
We just trying to make a dollar.
Third, third row scholar.
Backwoods baller.
Come to a holler and you're gonna get slaughtered.
Shot collar from a high.
We just [Dm] trying to make a dollar.
[D] Third, third row gone.
Backwoods brawn.
If they got a problem, we tell them to bring it on.
Shot collar from a holler.
Warning that muddy muddy were dirty pigs waller.
Deep in the thicket where them [Dm] yuppies cannot foller.
Homegrown hemp is growing but them pines grow [D] taller.
Got a slew full of trot lines.
Woods full of drop tines.
Everybody got shine.
Sample some but not mine.
Cause that shit will put some [Dm] hair on your chest.
Looking like a woolly mammoth needs some nair on my [D] chest.
The smoke dog told me don't you trust the city slicker.
And no she ain't a keeper if that girl don't shoot the liquor.
These city chickies can't [Dm] handle our southern ways.
On Saturday we waste.
Sunday morning we [D] pray.
Couple country spitters [Dm] represent the grand division.
Created such a buzz we need a Narcan prescription.
We got it out the mud and built it out of rough lumber.
Used to barely mudder now we wearing thunder.
[D] Buddy I'm a shot collar from a high.
Third, third row scholar.
We just trying to make a dollar.
Third, third row scholar. _
Backwoods baller.
Come to our holler and you're gonna get slaughtered.
Shot [A] collar from a high.
We just [Dm] trying to make a dollar.
[D] Third, third row gone.
Backwoods brawn.
If they got a problem we tell them to bring it on.
Back in the woods getting me a dip.
Now we're gone and them boys are back again.
I'm getting clean and blended bourbon [Dm] flowing straight up out the barrel.
The king Tut or the woods still [D] slinging arrows.
Yeah they call me back even though I know I'm narrow.
Pass around and I'ma have to hit you with a trap.
Going and tucking a girl and I'm about to [Dm] get back to my roots.
Pissing on the tree about to put my [D] dusting boots on.
Busting out the tree house got the bone bubbling.
Big boobs busting out of blouses and I'm loving it.
Trump competition and [Dm] disobeying the government.
The damn tax man gives my ass a [D] patent up in.
Still calling shots from the tree stand.
Still going nuts calling pecans.
Still [Dm] going strong can't stop me.
Backwoods badass that is what they call [D] me.
Shot collar from a high.
Third, third row scholar.
_ _ Third row scholar.
Backwoods baller.
Come to a holler and you're gonna get slider.
Shot collar from a high.
_ _ _ _ Third row gone.
Backwoods brawn.
If they got a problem we tell them to bring it on down.
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