Blacked Out
Moonshine Bandits
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Dead Man’s Hand
03 : 19
2
Lasso
03 : 00
3
She’s Crazy
03 : 10
4
Top Off the Tank
03 : 32
5
Lady Luck
03 : 49
6
Come on Down
03 : 17
7
I Earned It
03 : 21
8
Blacked Out
03 : 22
9
Good Times
03 : 07
10
American Banned
03 : 10
11
Pass the Ammo
03 : 31
12
Outback
03 : 35
13
Step
03 : 21
14
Full Throttle (remix)
03 : 53
15
Outback (extended)
08 : 09
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Track Lyrics
Dead Man’s Hand Lyrics
[Chorus: Bird]
Oh, on that wide open highway
Oh, on that wide open highway
Oh, on that wide open highway
All my troubles in the wind
Oh, on that wide open highway
Life that I'm livin' is a dead man's hand
[Verse 1: Tex]
Flag waving, hell raising, whiskey drinking son-of-a-bitch
I'm a Waylon playing, finger waving, stomp your ass right in the ditch (Come on)
Twelve-pack, rack with a gauge, bumper-sticker tailgate
Says goddamn right I'm American made (Let's go)
Earned what I got ain't nothing you can say (Come on)
Outlaw, livin' on the stage, 'nother hotel, 'nother city and state (What)
Renegade, with a road to pave, rest when I'm dead, sleep in my grave
[Chorus: Bird]
Oh, on that wide open highway
All my troubles in the wind
Oh, on that wide open highway
Life that I'm livin' is a dead man's hand
[Verse 2: Bird]
Feel the thunder on the pavement, I'm smokin' down the road
I hear that old Satan, well he's after my soul
I put my past and fear to rest, I left them all behind
Like the ashes from my cigarette as they blow into the night
[Chorus: Bird]
Oh, on that wide open highway
All my troubles in the wind
Oh, on that wide open highway
Life that I'm livin' is a dead man's hand
[Bridge: Bird]
Oh-oh-oh-ohohohoh
Oh-oh-oh-ohoh
Oh-oh-oh-ohohohoh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
[Chorus: Bird]
Oh, on that wide open highway
All my troubles in the wind
Oh, on that wide open highway
The life that I'm livin' is a dead man's hand
Oh, on that wide open highway
All my troubles in the wind
Oh, on that wide open highway
The life that I'm livin' is a dead man's hand
Lasso Lyrics
[Intro: [?]]
Higher than a hippie in a helicopter
44's on a Ford or a Chevy bogger
Elevator to the doors on the Super Swampers
You been ridin' stock boy
You just been a belly flopper
[Chorus: Durwood Black]
For all my outlaw renegades rippin' up them backroads
Put up your rebel flag, whip it like a lasso
Like a lasso, like a, like a lasso, whip it like a lasso
If you're proud a rebel boss lady, ain't afraid to scrap no
Throw up your rebel flag, whip it like a lasso
Like a lasso, like a, like a lasso, whip it like a lasso
[Verse 1: [?]]
Higher than a hippie in a helicopter (Helicopter)
44's on a Ford or a Chevy bogger (Chevy bogger)
Elevator to the doors on the Super Swampers (Super Swampers)
You been ridin' stock boy
You just been a belly flopper
Flag toten' 'em stack smokin' 'em
Y'all know what I'm rollin' (Rollin')
Back roadin' 'em black smokin' 'em
Keep them suckers chokin' (Chokin')
Side by side I'm down to ride
But I'll probably die wide open
Get a shovel for the rubble
And the mud that I been throwin', ahh
[Bridge: Durwood Black]
We on them back roads
We in them pine trees
We got them big toys
All you little stock boys
Wanna be just like me
[Chorus: Durwood Black]
For all my outlaw renegades rippin' up them backroads
Put up your rebel flag, whip it like a lasso
Like a lasso, like a, like a lasso, whip it like a lasso
If you're proud a rebel boss lady, ain't afraid to scrap no
Throw up your rebel flag, whip it like a lasso
Like a lasso, like a, like a lasso, whip it like a lasso
[Verse 2: [?] & [?]]
Higher than a hippie in a helicopter (Helicopter)
44's on a Ford or a Chevy bogger (Chevy bogger)
Elevator to the doors on the Super Swampers (Super Swampers)
You been ridin' stock boy
You just been a belly flopper
Love the way that your eyes are so fixated
What the hell this boy ridin' down the Interstate in
Why the hell you gotta have that thing jacked up so high
Don't you know that we're in another gasoline crisis
Well listen up city slicker that's the country in us
We like to fish, fight, hunt, and play in the mud
We work our fingers 'til they bleed, 'til the job is done
Then drink them cold Coors Light's 'til the mornin' comes
[Chorus: Durwood Black]
For all my outlaw renegades rippin' up them backroads
Put up your rebel flag, whip it like a lasso
Like a lasso, like a, like a lasso, whip it like a lasso
If you're proud a rebel boss lady, ain't afraid to scrap no
Throw up your rebel flag, whip it like a lasso
Like a lasso, like a, like a lasso, whip it like a lasso
Top Off the Tank Lyrics
[Intro: [?]]
Rusty ol' Fairlane, smokin' like a freight train
Cuttin' down a two-lane with the top rolled down
Crankin' up Springsteen, headin' out to the creek
Cooler full of empties as I tear through the town
[Chorus]
Top off the tank, fill up the cooler
Give that girl a wink and away we roll
No time for stop signs, run it right through 'er
There's a party by the river down an old dirt road
Top off the rank, fill up the cooler
Give that girl a wink and away we roll
No time for stop signs, run it right through 'er
There's a party by the river down an old dirt road
[Verse 1: [?]]
Redneck paycheck, gone on the weekend
Pullin' up in my truck 'cause that's what I sleep in
Pabst Blue Ribbon, daytime drinkin'
Hit the rope swing, oak tree, cannon ball dippin'
Yeah it's hotter than a tater tot where we roll
To the river where the water and the liquor flow
So meet me at the bank, down by the swimmin' hole
We'll drink away the day on this old dirt road
[Chorus]
Top off the tank, fill up the cooler
Give that girl a wink and away we roll
No time for stop signs, run it right through 'er
There's a party by the river down an old dirt road
Top off the tank, fill up the cooler
Give that girl a wink and away we roll
No time for stop signs, run it right through 'er
There's a party by the river down an old dirt road
[Verse 2: [?]]
Get the box wine out, fire up the pit
If you're sippin' on the 'shine then you know we get lit
Coozie for my can with the Copenhagen lip
Like to get out of hand when I get a little ripped
Grill full of burgers, smoker full of trout
Skinny dippin' in the river with the music up loud
Better follow the sound if you don't know the route
One way in, only one way out
[Chorus]
Top off the tank, fill up the cooler
Give that girl a wink and away we roll
No time for stop signs, run it right through 'er
There's a party by the river down an old dirt road
Top off the tank, fill up the cooler
Give that girl a wink and away we roll
No time for stop signs, run it right through 'er
There's a party by the river down an old dirt road
[Bridge: [?]]
There's a worm in my bottle, gonna leave it hollow
One little swallow he'll be gone like me
Fire up a smoker, beer gettin' colder
Tie up the rope swing into the creek
[Chorus]
Top off the tank, fill up the cooler
Give that girl a wink and away we roll
No time for stop signs, run it right through 'er
There's a party by the river down an old dirt road
Top off the tank, fill up the cooler
Give that girl a wink and away we roll
No time for stop signs, run it right through 'er
There's a party by the river down an old dirt road
I Earned It Lyrics
[Verse 1]
See this tall cold beer I'm sippin' on
Got 11 more when this one's gone
And I earned it, damn right I earned it
After a 10 hour day, sweatin' for the man
Six goes to me, four to Uncle Sam
And I earned it, damn right I deserve it
You don't get nothin' for nothin', you get what you get
And the little that I got ain't no accident
[Chorus]
I'm a red, white, blue collared man
Two calloused hands and a cooler of cans
I earned it, damn right I earned it
Yeah, when Friday rolls around, I get my pay
Sure I get a little loud, a little sideways
And there ain't a damn thing you can do or say
You know why? (Why?)
'Cause I earned it
[Verse 2]
When I roll up my sleeves, see your rollin' your eyes
Ink on my skin, stars and the stripes
Freedom ain't free, it came at a price
This is for the folks that proudly gave their lives
[Chorus]
I'm a red, white, blue collared man
Two calloused hands and a cooler of cans
I earned it, damn right I earned it
Yeah, when Friday rolls around, I get my pay
Sure I get a little loud, a little sideways
And there ain't a damn thing you can do or say
You know why? (Why?)
'Cause I earned it
[Bridge]
You don't get nothin' for nothin', you get what you get
And the little that I got ain't no accident
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm a red, white, blue collared man
Two calloused hands and a cooler of cans
I earned it, damn right I earned it
Yeah, when Friday rolls around, I get my pay
Sure I get a little loud, a little sideways
And there ain't a damn thing you can do or say
You know why? (Why?)
I'm a red, white, blue collared man
Two calloused hands and a cooler of cans
I earned it, damn right I earned it
Yeah, when Friday rolls around, I get my pay
Sure I get a little loud, a little sideways
And there ain't a damn thing you can do or say
You know why? (Why?)
'Cause I earned it
[Outro]
I'm a red, white, and blue collared man
It's all I'll ever be
And I'm proud that I am
'Cause I earned it
Good Times Lyrics
[Chorus: [?]]
Let's make a toast to the good times
And let's drink away the bad
So to hell with the rough times
May the good ones always last
[Verse 1: [?]]
Let's go drinkin' with mom and dad
Yeah, whiskey is good when times are bad
So bring Uncle Johnny and Uncle Jack
That's my family and they got my back
I got another uncle and his name is Jim
By the end of the night I'll be talkin' to him
There ain't no problem that he can't solve
So I'll be hangin' out with Jim all night long
[Chorus: [?]]
Let's make a toast to the good times
And let's drink away the bad
So to hell with the rough times
May the good ones always last
[Verse 2: [?]]
Let's make a toast to the good times
Drink away the bad
So to hell with the rough times
May the good ones always last
And together we will always ride
Through the tears and laughs
We're family to the end
Raise your glass
[Chorus: [?]]
Let's make a toast to the good times
And let's drink away the bad
So to hell with the rough times
May the good ones always last
(Alright here we go)
[Verse 3: [?]]
Pour me a shot, one on the rocks
Been solvin' all my problems with mom and pop's
Jose ain't my uncle, he still family
Got a crazy old lady and her name is Brandy
Let's go drinkin' with dad and mom
Boozin' is good when times are not
So if you had a bad day pour one more shot
And by the end of the night we already forgot
Let's go
[Chorus: [?]]
Let's make a toast to the good times
And let's drink away the bad
So to hell with the rough times
May the good ones always last
[Outro]
*Stuttering*
You know what it's like around my parents house in the back yard
Just solving a world of problems
*Mumbling/Laughter*
We solve everybody's problems on a Friday night out there
About 11 P.M. we solve everybody's problems
Pass the Ammo Lyrics
[Verse 1: [?]]
There's a storm on the horizon and
My adrenaline's running wild
But I got my brothers standin' next to me
So praise the Lord and pass the ammo
Stars, stripes, and camo
There's a price to be paid
To stay free
[Chorus: [?]]
Pass me the ammo ain't afraid to fight
Pass me the ammo ain't afraid to cry
Pass me the ammo ain't afraid to die
I do it for my family and do it for my pride
Pass me the ammo ain't afraid to fight
Pass me the ammo ain't afraid to cry
Pass me the ammo ain't afraid to die
I do it for my family and do it for my pride
[Verse 2: [?]]
Laid up in this bunker, rosary on my neck
I do this for my family and the colors I respect
Ain't forgotten that those cowards took the towers down
You can bet I ain't gon' hesitate to put 'em in the ground
Clutchin' on my rifle, ammo by my side
Clutchin' on my Bible, I do it for my pride
I'm trained to be fearless, I fear the unknown
Give my love to my family and I'll see 'em when I'm home
[Chorus: [?]]
Pass me the ammo ain't afraid to fight
Pass me the ammo ain't afraid to cry
Pass me the ammo ain't afraid to die
I do it for my family and do it for my pride
Pass me the ammo ain't afraid to fight
Pass me the ammo ain't afraid to cry
Pass me the ammo ain't afraid to die
I do it for my family and do it for my pride
[Verse 3: [?]]
Proud of my county, it's the land of the free
Your enemy's my enemy, together we bleed
Your sister, your brother, your cousin whatever
Your families, my family in the trenches together
Pistol by my side with my rosary beads
Bible by my ammo, man I hope He is watchin' me
Overseas overnight if I die I know it's right
Freedom ain't free, pass the ammo, let's ride
[Chorus: [?]]
Pass me the ammo ain't afraid to fight
Pass me the ammo ain't afraid to cry
Pass me the ammo ain't afraid to die
I do it for my family and do it for my pride
Pass me the ammo ain't afraid to fight
Pass me the ammo ain't afraid to cry
Pass me the ammo ain't afraid to die
I do it for my family and do it for my pride
[Outro]
I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America
And to the Republic for which it stands
One Nation under God, indivisible
With liberty and justice for all
Outback Lyrics
[Chorus: Durwood Black]
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard half-charred ribs on a rack
Back-road runnin' gettin' dirty on a track
Back woods gunnin' hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bars serving jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In back of the saloon where the jukebox at
[Verse 1: Bird]
Outback where the forest is thick
There's a circle in the middle of a field, where a bonfire's lit
Cup full of shine, Copenhagen in my lip
Now I'm dippin' sideways probably wake up in a ditch
So, crank that music into the night
And crack that beer and raise it high
Stacked little blonde want a midnight ride
Take her back to the country for a real good time
[Chorus: Durwood Black]
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard half-charred ribs on a rack
Back-road runnin' gettin' dirty on a track
Back woods gunnin' hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bars serving jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In back of the saloon where the jukebox at
[Verse 2: Tex of Moonshine Bandits]
Got me steppin' in manure every time I spit shit
Feel like Cash in the photo with the bird gettin' flipped
Came from the bottom, so they labeled me a catfish
Worldwide better grab you an Atlas
Bonfire lit like Willy, let's smoke
Rack full ribs and a smoker full of oak
Blackberry Brandy, out back in the duck blind
Black Lab runnin', got huntin' in his bloodlines
Came from outback, but I'm back in the lead
Back like a rack full of fat double Ds
Back with a barrel on a rack let me squeeze
Back on the trigger, hit 'er right between the knees
Back with the tow strap I pull 'em real heavy
Ladies gettin' dirty outback on the Chevy
Dive-bar beauty queen, Bubba call 'em 'Betties'
Pedal to the metal, baby girl, I'm ready
[Chorus: Durwood Black]
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard half-charred ribs on a rack
Back-road runnin' gettin' dirty on a track
Back woods gunnin' hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bars serving jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In back of the saloon where the jukebox at
[Verse 3: Rooster of The Lacs]
Talkin' 'bout a burn pile, hound dog, me and my honey
We can run a game of shoes, we can lose a little money
Might talk a little smack, after sippin' that Jack
Bunch of jacked up trucks all parked 'round back
Yeah get loose, like they do it up in Cali
Ol' shine so smooth, like you cruisin' in a Caddy
Then we rolled ourself a fatty, went around to the shed
I had to back up off it, it was buzzin' my head
[Verse 4: Uncle Snap of The Lacs]
See I'm back in the Mac, I'm in the back with The Lacs
Get on these backs to the Sacs
Know how I'm hackler's act
See I'm partyin' to death, with Bacardi on my breath
I'm thinking naughty to myself about the shawty on my left
Yeah, we're still outback
It's the country outcasts
Thinkin' you can out-rap?
Yeah, bitch, I doubt that
Meet us all out back
And we'll whoop that loud ass
'Cause were bringin' country back, quicker than a snap-back
[Chorus: Durwood Black]
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard half-charred ribs on a rack
Back-road runnin' gettin' dirty on a track
Back woods gunnin' hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bars serving jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In back of the saloon where the jukebox at
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard half-charred ribs on a rack
Back-road runnin' gettin' dirty on a track
Back woods gunnin' hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bars serving jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In back of the saloon where the jukebox at
Outback (extended) Lyrics
[Chorus: Durwood Black]
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard half-charred ribs on a rack
Back-road runnin' gettin' dirty on a track
Back woods gunnin' hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bars serving jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In back of the saloon where the jukebox at
[Verse 1: Bird]
Outback where the forest is thick
There's a circle in the middle of a field, where a bonfire's lit
Cup full of shine, Copenhagen in my lip
Now I'm dippin' sideways probably wake up in a ditch
So, crank that music into the night
And crack that beer and raise it high
Stacked little blonde want a midnight ride
Take her back to the country for a real good time
[Chorus: Durwood Black]
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard half-charred ribs on a rack
Back-road runnin' gettin' dirty on a track
Back woods gunnin' hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bars serving jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In back of the saloon where the jukebox at
[Verse 2: Tex of Moonshine Bandits]
Got me steppin' in manure every time I spit shit
Feel like Cash in the photo with the bird gettin' flipped
Came from the bottom, so they labeled me a catfish
Worldwide better grab you an Atlas
Bonfire lit like Willy, let's smoke
Rack full ribs and a smoker full of oak
Blackberry Brandy, out back in the duck blind
Black Lab runnin', got huntin' in his bloodlines
Came from outback, but I'm back in the lead
Back like a rack full of fat double Ds
Back with a barrel on a rack let me squeeze
Back on the trigger, hit 'er right between the knees
Back with the tow strap I pull 'em real heavy
Ladies gettin' dirty outback on the Chevy
Dive-bar beauty queen, Bubba call 'em 'Betties'
Pedal to the metal, baby girl, I'm ready
[Chorus: Durwood Black]
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard half-charred ribs on a rack
Back-road runnin' gettin' dirty on a track
Back woods gunnin' hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bars serving jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In back of the saloon where the jukebox at
[Verse 3: Rooster of The Lacs]
Talkin' 'bout a burn pile, hound dog, me and my honey
We can run a game of shoes, we can lose a little money
Might talk a little smack, after sippin' that Jack
Bunch of jacked up trucks all parked 'round back
Yeah get loose, like they do it up in Cali
Ol' shine so smooth, like you cruisin' in a Caddy
Then we rolled ourself a fatty, went around to the shed
I had to back up off it, it was buzzin' my head
[Verse 4: Uncle Snap of The Lacs]
See I'm back in the Mac, I'm in the back with The Lacs
Get on these backs to the Sacs
Know how I'm hackler's act
See I'm partyin' to death, with Bacardi on my breath
I'm thinking naughty to myself about the shawty on my left
Yeah, we're still outback
It's the country outcasts
Thinkin' you can out-rap?
Yeah, bitch, I doubt that
Meet us all out back
And we'll whoop that loud ass
'Cause were bringin' country back, quicker than a snap-back
[Chorus: Durwood Black]
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard half-charred ribs on a rack
Back-road runnin' gettin' dirty on a track
Back woods gunnin' hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bars serving jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In back of the saloon where the jukebox at
Everything we do, we do it outback
Backyard half-charred ribs on a rack
Back-road runnin' gettin' dirty on a track
Back woods gunnin' hittin' birdies by the pack
Everywhere we go, we go to the back
Backyard bars serving jars full of batch
Back under the moon with the tailgate back
In back of the saloon where the jukebox at