This song was written in the true spirit of honky tonk outlaw ramblin music. Also about Missouri (The gateway to the west) and Jesse James..
acoustic rock
acoustic folk
outlaw son
timothy s epperhart
outlawsoncom
outlaw son music
jacksonville songwriter
Lyrics
I was brought up in a world taught never to give in
And stick to your guns even if you can't win
I've been around this nation on a greyhound bus
Like a true outlaw never did give a f***
Then jumped an' old train out to New Orleans
Then met up with some folks in Kentucky clean
We drank that moonshine till I hit Tennessee
Just me my guitar & my songs and me
Played a couple songs for a dollar or or two
Got a bite to eat in through Missouri too
I stayed a couple years in that ol' show me state
Playin' honkey tonks in that western gate
This ones for the outlaws son
Ride on Jesse James ride on outlaws son
I lived a hard hard life on that lost highway
Never did give a damn what the people say
I had a lotta critics tell me when I was young
Just give up now you're an outlaws son
Met an old vet with a leg named Stretch
He drank a whole pint in his old wheel-set
He liked to sing songs while I was out in the streets
Yellin' for a quarter just make ends meet
I went to New York just to check out the scene
And rode that hound back to the Florida scene
Went back to Missouri to play a couple shows
Didn't have a job & just a couple of clothes
Made a livin givin playin' out in the streets
Cause you gotta do what's right to make ends meet