Written by Williams & Denny
Performed by Hank Williams, III "Rising Outlaw"
Transcribed by John Kennedy (jdkennedy77@aol.com)
[E]Sitting up all night trying to have a good time, singing my songs and trying
to get paid.
I’ve been roughed up, beat up, I’ve been cut, I got a tattoo at a tender age.
Never could respect a sheriff trying to break my neck with a few friends and
a can of mace.
[A]Born on the south side with a lot of rebel pride, I raised a lot of hell in
my younger days.
Hey, I can’t help what the[E]y say.
I could be ri[B]ght I could be wrong. Well it just might hurt but it makes me
strong.
Well, if the[E] shoe fits wear it and if the [A]truth hurts bare it.
Well, that’s the[B] kind of life I’m living and I plan on l[E]iving long.
It’s a[E] hard road to chose being g[A]ood and paying dues,
Well, that’s the[B] kind of life I’m living and I plan on l[E]iving long.
[E]Running hard running free, never gonna catch me driving too fast on a black
top road.
Loaded up, hammer back, I’ll smack you with my tire jack, you better walk
away or they’ll a carry you home.
Passing by big sky, sleeping where the dogs lie, anywhere I go is where I
call my home.
Been stoned, been [A]straight, been to hell and heaven’s gate, I got thrown out
‘cause they said I didn’t belong.
Hey, I just keep moving on[E].
CHORUS
Performed by Hank Williams, III "Rising Outlaw"
Transcribed by John Kennedy (jdkennedy77@aol.com)
[E]Sitting up all night trying to have a good time, singing my songs and trying
to get paid.
I’ve been roughed up, beat up, I’ve been cut, I got a tattoo at a tender age.
Never could respect a sheriff trying to break my neck with a few friends and
a can of mace.
[A]Born on the south side with a lot of rebel pride, I raised a lot of hell in
my younger days.
Hey, I can’t help what the[E]y say.
I could be ri[B]ght I could be wrong. Well it just might hurt but it makes me
strong.
Well, if the[E] shoe fits wear it and if the [A]truth hurts bare it.
Well, that’s the[B] kind of life I’m living and I plan on l[E]iving long.
It’s a[E] hard road to chose being g[A]ood and paying dues,
Well, that’s the[B] kind of life I’m living and I plan on l[E]iving long.
[E]Running hard running free, never gonna catch me driving too fast on a black
top road.
Loaded up, hammer back, I’ll smack you with my tire jack, you better walk
away or they’ll a carry you home.
Passing by big sky, sleeping where the dogs lie, anywhere I go is where I
call my home.
Been stoned, been [A]straight, been to hell and heaven’s gate, I got thrown out
‘cause they said I didn’t belong.
Hey, I just keep moving on[E].
CHORUS
