Wild Ones - Moonshine Bandits, Jelly Roll

Well I like to beat the law

And I piss a lot of people off

This middle finger on my hand shows I don’t give a damn

If you like it or not

I ain’t high class, I fight at the bar

Dive bomb, bikes and guns

And I roll with the wild ones

Yeah with the wild ones

Here we come

Got arrested in Texas and they sent me to jail

Did a night in the can, wrote this song from my cell

Running on empty, full tank of whiskey

Old lady love me but the kids still miss me

Blue lights flashing, sirens and whistles

Mugshots, whiskey, barstools and pistols

Bikers to clampers, Buck to Haggard

I’m running with the wild ones, drink till we stagger

They’re always trying to make me conform into the scene

And if I did they’d try to take away more of my liberties

Why I stay free, open road

Live for the ride with the rebels, oh

And I know

My name will live even when I go

Well I like to beat the law

And I piss a lot of people off

This middle finger on my hand shows I don’t give a damn

If you like it or not

I ain’t high class, I fight at the bar

Dive bomb, bikes and guns

And I roll with the wild ones

Yeah with the wild ones

Here we come

On the koozie I use a brown paper bag

Collar still blue I’m dressed in black

I got a little bit of room for a few more tats

Bourbon on my breath still living on the run

Got my last paycheck, spent it all at once

Need to phone call the sheriff, gotta call my son

Don’t grow up like dad, stay away from the wild ones

One more shot of bourbon

One more thing to smoke

Am really good at living wrong

So turn me up to go

One more shot of bourbon

One more thing to smoke

Am really good at living wrong

So turn me up to go

Well I like to beat the law

And I piss a lot of people off

This middle finger on my hand shows I don’t give a damn

If you like it or not

I ain’t high class, I fight at the bar

Dive bomb, bikes and guns

And I roll with the wild ones

Yeah with the wild ones

Here we come