I'm an outlaw from the south got country in my mouth I'm looking for good loving all the time I got outlaw in my bones and jim beam in a lot of my songs And there's a little bit of cherokee indian in my eyes There's a whole lot hank underneath this hat of mine Andrew jackson he was my kind of hero Though he lived and died a hundered years ago Frank and jessie james they know'd how to rob them trains But they always took it from the rich and gave it to the poor They mighta' had a bad name but they both had a heart of gold But the greatest one of all is called luke the drifter He wore diamond rings and his tailor made cowboy suits Lawdy he was a honkytonk rambling man He had this whole world in the palm of his hand Till he died at twenty nine from the lovesick blues Like young billy the kid and ole jessie he had nothing to lose