Music: Bryan Andrew Phillips/Lou Ridley/Steve Rusch/Laura Veltz
I don't see you on the front line, don't see you on the street
You call yourself a rebel, but all I see is sheep
They're rounding up our neighbors, they're trading in our church
You call yourself a Christian, then put Jesus in a hearse
Where my outlaws at?
Where my outlaws singin'
Yeehaw, **** the law
Land of the free, ain't free for all
Until the law ain't ****in' y'all
It's yeehaw, **** the law
I've seen you lick the boot, so I just gotta ask
Do you gotta get it soakin' wet to shove it up your ass?
They're servin' up our daughters, they're shippin' off our sons
Next thing you know, they'll skip the vote and come for all your guns
Where my outlaws at?
Where my outlaws singin'
Yeehaw, **** the law
Land of the free, ain't free for all
Until the law ain't ****in y'all
It's yeehaw, **** the law
Willie, Waylon, Johnny Cash
They gonna want them records back
Y'all talk the talk, y'all fly the flag
So where the **** y'all outlaws at?
Where my outlaws at?
Where my outlaws singin'
Yeehaw, **** the law
Land of the free, ain't free for all
Until the law ain't ****in' y'all
It's yeehaw, **** the law