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losers,boozers,heros - now that's what i call outlaws 'cuz we lie in our own puke, puke of our own makins. shakin'bake-it, makin' bacon bits ten gallon's worth for sure, if were not drowned in it. a six pack a day is all i ask (and make it bud if that's all right). if i can't get that then life's not worth livin' and livin's not worth livin' without a life . a wild turkey in the hand is worth a sixpack o' busch. the way i mix they'll never say "its the water". she like her brew, its true - shes got a big o'l tush so im leavin' you, youl see, maybe i ought'r she doesnt say much, she just pours my drinks. she doesn't care what the good lord thinks, till shes had a few, and a few more, too then she's holier than thou ( i guess that means you). ten lonely nights without you and a five-day folow-up. you cant keep me here one minute longer (it's closin' time mah friend). mean n' mad n'worse he ever was! (oh teardrop!), they didnt fix him proper. if them schick fellows know'd their razors right, they'd knew'd not to spare the strop! don't throw out the bourbon with the branch water, dont treat ol' man forester that way. the charcoal filter washin' our sins away, my elvis decanter'll be worth somethin' some day. losers, boozers, heros - now that's what i call outlaws. waylon'n wille n' me n' billy c. oh, billy beer is good enough for me, good enough for me n' mah billy c. oh, billy was a good jim-jim. when he died the they named a beer for him. billy beer is good enough for me, good enough for me n'mah billy c. now dont arrest mah pal billy. hes a carter and the carter family's opry-upry standin'. hes a losin' boozin' hero. he'as kick back as a snail darter - he's second-in-line, but heck, he dont try no harder. if he goes extinct, he wont raise a stink; he'll still buy that sixpack o' brew so when he dies his survivors can raise up a pabst to a good ol' boy, was a friend o' me n' you -raymond pettibon