Outlaws ’Til the End, Vol. 1
Whiskey River take my mind, don't let her mem'ry torture me. Whiskey River don't run dry, you're all I've got, take care of me. Whiskey River take my mind, don't let her mem'ry torture me. Whiskey River don't run dry, you're all I've got, take care of me. I'm drowning in a whiskey river, bathing my mem'ried mind in the wetness of its soul. Feeling the amber current flowin' from my mind and warm an empty heart you left so cold. You left so cold! Left so... Whiskey River take my mind, don't let her mem'ry torture me. Whiskey River don't run dry, you're all I've got, take care of me. I'm drowning in a whiskey river, bathing my mem'ried mind in the wetness of its soul. Feeling the amber current flowin' from my mind and warm an empty heart you left so cold. Whiskey River don't run dry, you're all I've got, take care of me! You're all I've got, take care of me. You're all I've got, take care of me. You're all I've got, take care of me. I'm drowning in a whiskey river, bathing my mem'ried mind in the wetness of its soul. Feeling the amber current flowin' from my mind and warm an empty heart you left so cold. You left so fucking cold!
Submitted by Immortal — Nov 08, 2025
I am an Outlaw, I was born an Outlaw's son. The highway is my legacy, on the highway I will run. In one hand I've a Bible, in the other I've got a gun. Well, don't you know me, I'm the man who won. Woman don't try to love me, don't try to understand. A life upon the road is the life of an outlaw man. First left my woman, it was down in Santa Fe. Headed for Oklahoma, I was riding night and day. All of my friends are strangers, they quickly come and go. And all my love's in danger, because I steal hearts and souls. Woman don't try to love me, don't try to understand. A life upon the road is the life of an outlaw man. Woman don't try to love me, don't try to understand. A life upon the road is the life of an outlaw man. Some men call me Abel, some men call me Cain, some men call me Sinner. Lord, some men call me Saint! Some say there's a Jesus, some men say there isn't. When you got no life to lose then there's nothing left to gain. Outlaw man...
Submitted by Grave666 — Nov 08, 2025
I can't sell my mama short on loving me, I guess that's why she let me go so far. Mama try to stopped me short of stealing, so I had to steal that car. She told me not to smoke it, but I did and it took me far away. And I turned out to be the only Hell my mama ever raised. Well, I rolled into Atlanta, stolen tags and almost out of gas. I had to get some money and lately I'd learned how to get it fast. Those neon lights was calling me and somehow I just had to get downtown. So I reached into the glove box, another liquor store went down. And I sing "Precious memories", take me back to the good ol' days. Let me hear mama sing, "Rock of ages" cleft for me. She tried to turn me on to Jesus, but I turned on to the Devil's ways And I turned out to be the only Hell my mama ever raised. When they put them handcuffs on me, Lord how I fought to resist. But agent clamped 'em tighter 'til that metal bit into my wrist. They took my belt and my billfold, my fingerprints, the profile of my face. Then they locked away the only Hell my mama ever ever raised. And I sing "Precious memories", take me back to the good ol' days. Let me hear mama sing, "Rock of ages" cleft for me. She tried to turn me on to Jesus, but I turned on to the Devil's ways And I turned out to be the only Hell my mama ever raised. Ever raised! And I turned out to be the only Hell my mama ever raised. Ever raised!
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Nov 08, 2025
Fuck! The bars are all closed, it's four in the morning. Must have shut 'em all down by the shape that I'm in. I lay my head on the wheel and the horn begins honking. The whole neighborhood knows that I'm home drunk again. It's four in the morning! If drinking don't kill me, her memory will! I can't hold out much longer the way that I feel. With the blood from my body I could start my own still. If drinking don't kill me, her memory will! These old bones they move slow but so sure of their footsteps, as I trip on the floor and lightly touch down. Lord, it's been ten bottles since I tried to forget her. But the memory still lingers, lying here on the ground. Memory still lingers! If drinking don't kill me, her memory will! I can't hold out much longer the way that I feel. With the blood from my body I could start my own still. If drinking don't kill me, her memory will! Her memory will! If drinking don't kill me, her memory will! I can't hold out much longer the way that I feel. With the blood from my body I could start my own still. If drinking don't kill me now, her memory will! Her memory will...
Submitted by Nargaroth — Nov 08, 2025
And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder. One of four beasts say: "Come and see!" And I saw, and behold a white horse. There's a man goin' 'round, takin' names, and he decides who to free and who to blame. Everybody won't be treated all the same, there'll be a golden ladder reaching down, when the man comes around! The hairs on your arm will stand up, at the terror in each sip and in each sup. Will you partake of that last offered cup or disappear into the potter's ground, when the man comes around? Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers, one hundred million angels singin'. Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum. Voices callin', voices cryin', some are born and some are dyin'. It's Alpha and Omega's Kingdom come and the whirlwind is in the thorn tree, the virgins are all trimming their wicks. The whirlwind is in the thorn tree, it's hard for thee to kick against the pricks. Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still. Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still. Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still. Listen to the words long written down, When the man comes around. Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers, one hundred million angels singin'. Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum. Voices callin', voices cryin', some are born and some are dyin'. It's Alpha and Omega's Kingdom come and the whirlwind is in the thorn tree, the virgins are all trimming their wicks. The whirlwind is in the thorn tree, it's hard for thee to kick against the pricks. In measured hundredweight and penny pound, when the man comes around. When the man comes around! The virgins are all trimming their wicks, when the man comes around!
Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 08, 2025
I'm a thousand miles from nowhere, time don't matter to me. 'Cause I'm a thousand miles from nowhere and there's no place I want to be. I got heartaches in my pocket, I got echoes in my head. And all that I keep hearing are the cruel things that you said. I'm a thousand miles from nowhere, time don't matter to me. 'Cause I'm a thousand miles from nowhere and there's no place I want to be. I've got bruises on my memory, I've got tear stains on my hands. And in the mirror there's a vision of what used to be a man. I'm a thousand miles from nowhere, time don't matter to me. 'Cause I'm a thousand miles from nowhere and there's no place I want to be.
Submitted by MetalElf — Nov 08, 2025
Out in the desert, there's a soldier lying dead Vultures pecking the eyes out of his head Another day, that could have been me there instead Nobody loves me here Nobody wants me here Dad's gonna kill me Gonna kill me Dad's gonna kill me Gonna kill, gonna kill me You hit the booby trap, and you're in pieces With every bullet, your risk increases Old Ali Baba, he's a different species Nobody loves me here Nobody wants me here Dad's gonna kill me Gonna kill me Dad's gonna kill me Gonna kill, gonna kill me I'm dead meat in my Humvee Frankenstein I hit the roadblock; somehow, I never hit the mine The dice rolled, and I got lucky this time Dad's gonna kill me He's gonna kill, he's gonna kill me Dad's gonna kill me He's gonna kill, he's gonna kill me I've got a wife, a kid, another on the way I might get home if I can live through today Before I came out here, I never used to pray Nobody loves me here Nobody wants me here Dad's gonna kill me Dad's in a bad mood, Dad's got the blues It's someone else's mess that I didn't choose At least we're winning on the Fox Evening News Nobody loves me here Nobody wants me here Dad's gonna kill me Gonna kill me Dad's gonna kill me Gonna kill, gonna kill me Dawn patrol went out and didn't come back Hug the wire and pray like I told you, Mac Or they'll be shoveling bits of you into a sack Dad's gonna kill me He's gonna kill, he's gonna kill me Dad's gonna kill me He's gonna kill, he's gonna kill me And who's that stranger walking in my dreams? And who's that stranger, cast a shadow 'cross my heart? And who's that stranger? I dare speak his name Must be old Death a-walking Must be old Death a-walking Dad's gonna kill me Seven muzzle monkeys standing in a row Standing, waiting for the sandbox to blow Sitting targets in the Wild West show Nobody loves me here Nobody wants me here Dad's gonna kill me Gonna kill me Dad's gonna kill me Gonna kill, gonna kill me Another angel got his wings this week Charbroiled with his own Willie Pete Nobody's dying if you speak doublespeak (Another angel got his wings this week) Dad's gonna kill me He's gonna kill, he's gonna kill me Dad's gonna kill me He's gonna kill, he's gonna kill me
Submitted by Grave666 — Feb 06, 2026
The preacher man says it's the end of time, and the Mississippi River she's a-goin' dry. The interest is up and the Stock Market's down, and you only get mugged if you go downtown. I live back in the woods, you see, my woman and the kids and the dogs and me. I got a shotgun, a rifle and a 4-wheel drive, and a country boy can survive. Country folks can survive! I can plow a field all day long, I can catch catfish from dusk 'til dawn. We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too, ain't too many things these old boys can't do. We grow good old tomatoes and homemade wine, and a country boy can survive. Country folks can survive! Because you can't starve us out and you can't make us run, because we're them old boys raised on shotgun And we say "grace" and we say "Ma'am", and if you ain't into that we don't give a damn. We came from the West Virginia coal mines and the Rocky Mountains and the western skies. And we can skin a buck; we can run a trotline, and a country boy can survive. Country folks can survive! I had a good friend in New York City, he never called me by my name, just hillbilly. My grandpa taught me how to live off the land and his taught him to be a businessman. He used to send me pictures of the Broadway nights and I'd send him some homemade wine. But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife, for 43 dollars my friend lost his life. I'd love to spit some beech nut in that dude's eyes, and shoot him with my old .45! Because a country boy can survive. Country folks can survive! Because you can't starve us out and you can't make us run, because we're them old boys raised on shotgun. And we say "grace" and we say "Ma'am", and if you ain't into that we don't give a damn. We're from North California and South Alabama, and little towns all around this land. And we can skin a buck, we can run a trotline, and a country boy can survive. Country folks can survive! Country boy can survive, country folks can survive...
Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 08, 2025
Well I was thumbin' from Montgomery, had my guitar on my back, when a stranger stopped beside me in an antique Cadillac. Now he was dressed like 1950, half drunk and hollow-eyed. Said, "It's a long walk to Nashville, would you like a ride, son?" Well I sat down in the front seat and turned on the radio, and the sad old songs comin' out of them speakers was solid country gold. Then I noticed the stranger was ghost-white pale when he asked me for a light, and I knew there was something strange about this ride. He said, "Drifter can ya make folks cry when you play and sing? Have you paid your dues, can you moan the blues? Can you bend them, guitar strings?" He said, "Boy can you make folks feel what you feel inside? Because if you're big star bound let me warn ya, it's a long, hard ride". Then he cried just south of Nashville and he turned that car around. He said, "This is where you get off boy I'm goin' back to Alabam". As I stepped out of that Cadillac I said, "Mr., many thanks" He said, "You don't have to call me Mr., Mr. The whole world called me Hank! He said, "Drifter can ya make folks cry when you play and sing? Have you paid your dues, can you moan the blues? Can you bend them, guitar strings?" He said, "Boy can you make folks feel what you feel inside? Because if you're big star bound let me warn ya, it's a long, hard ride".
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Nov 08, 2025
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Throw stones Even though you live in a glass house on your own And I don"t sympathize or criticize Rumour has it you"ve got something to say You"ve got nothing on me Nothing on me Rumour has it you keep repeating yourself You"ve got nothing on me Nothing on me Second mind Second sight Second skin Go within Ripped apart Ripped apart on sight Fork tongue It"s like a razor when you want to use it And use it wrong And I don"t compromise or socialise Rumour has it you"ve got something to say You"ve got nothing on me Nothing on time Second mind Second sight Second skin Go within Ripped apart Ripped apart on sight Ripped apart, ripped apart, ripped apart Goddamn, shit, I"m feeling it When we see each other it"s throw time When we see each other it"s throw time When we see each other it"s go time You throw stones and I don"t criticise You throw stones and I don"t sympathize... You throw stones and I don"t criticise Throw stones...
Submitted by The Void — Nov 08, 2025
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