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I just robbed a train up in Utah
Turned a couple white boys into coleslaw
So much gold on me lookin' like it's Mardi Gras
Cuz you know me, yeah
I'm a motherf*ckin' Outlaw

Walk up in the club with my gun drawn
You yeller fellers run up we can have a brawl
You just mad 'cuz your broad singin' all my songs
I took her home and she said I can ride 'til dawn
Couple bands up in my saddle bags
Bandana 'round my neck, lookin' like a warnin' flag
Smoke up all my tobbacca, one drag
You know the flintlock got the drum mag
Whip crackin', lip packin' a yuh
You on broke back mountain you shit packin' a yuh
Round up your bitch, yuh, took no hasselin'
She like the way I got all my gold stackin'
Tied her to the tracks 'cuz that hoe lackin'
I'll only let her go if I can hit the back end
Took her to the back took off all her fashion
I'll only hit it once, then I get to dashin'

I just robbed a train up in Utah
Turned a couple white boys into coleslaw
So much gold on me lookin' like it's Mardi Gras
Cuz you know me, yeah
Yeah you know me
I just robbed a train up in Utah
Turned a couple white boys into coleslaw
So much gold on me lookin' like it's Mardi Gras
Cuz you know me, yeah
I'm a motherf*ckin' Outlaw

Robbin' trains, gettin' broads
Got a stable, 6 stalls
Stolen horse, no one saw
Saddles full, dip long
Got a hour, 'til dawn
Chasin' trains, no spitter
Outhouse, f*cked my sister

I just robbed a train up in Utah
Turned a couple white boys into coleslaw
So much gold on me lookin' like it's Mardi Gras
Cuz you know me, yeah
I'm a motherf*ckin' Outlaw
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I just robbed a train up in Utah
Turned a couple white boys into coleslaw
So much gold on me lookin' like it's Mardi Gras
Cuz you know me, yeah
I'm a motherf*ckin' Outlaw

Walk up in the club with my gun drawn
You yeller fellers run up we can have a brawl
You just mad 'cuz your broad singin' all my songs
I took her home and she said I can ride 'til dawn
Couple bands up in my saddle bags
Bandana 'round my neck, lookin' like a warnin' flag
Smoke up all my tobbacca, one drag
You know the flintlock got the drum mag
Whip crackin', lip packin' a yuh
You on broke back mountain you shit packin' a yuh
Round up your bitch, yuh, took no hasselin'
She like the way I got all my gold stackin'
Tied her to the tracks 'cuz that hoe lackin'
I'll only let her go if I can hit the back end
Took her to the back took off all her fashion
I'll only hit it once, then I get to dashin'

I just robbed a train up in Utah
Turned a couple white boys into coleslaw
So much gold on me lookin' like it's Mardi Gras
Cuz you know me, yeah
Yeah you know me
I just robbed a train up in Utah
Turned a couple white boys into coleslaw
So much gold on me lookin' like it's Mardi Gras
Cuz you know me, yeah
I'm a motherf*ckin' Outlaw

Robbin' trains, gettin' broads
Got a stable, 6 stalls
Stolen horse, no one saw
Saddles full, dip long
Got a hour, 'til dawn
Chasin' trains, no spitter
Outhouse, f*cked my sister

I just robbed a train up in Utah
Turned a couple white boys into coleslaw
So much gold on me lookin' like it's Mardi Gras
Cuz you know me, yeah
I'm a motherf*ckin' Outlaw
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Writer: Greyston Burley, Jordan Phillips, Wyatt Jelinek
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