Robbin’ Trains - Justin Moore

We’re just backroad bad news

Same small town crew

Gettin' gone just to get right

Hidin' out from the blue lights

Buckshot stop signs

Bootleg moonshine

Little rowdy and against the grain

Wild west runnin' through our veins

If it was a hundred years ago

We’d be the ones on the wanted posters

Dead or alive in a dozen states

Shootin' whiskey in one-horse towns

Saddlin' up when the sun went down

Haulin' ass out of some open plain

Yeah, raisin' hell

And robbin' trains

Baby you look like you could be

An outlaw’s lady

I can taste danger in your kiss tonight

I can see us shootin' out the lights

If it was a hundred years ago

We’d be the ones on the wanted posters

Dead or alive in a dozen states

Shootin' whiskey in one-horse towns

Saddlin' up when the sun went down

Haulin' ass out of some open plain

Yeah, raisin' hell

And robbin' trains

Bet we’d be robbin' trains

Everyone would know our names

Forget about Jesse James

Bet we’d be robbin' trains

Bet we’d be, get your hands up

Go ahead, fill it up

Just forget about Jesse James

Bet we’d be robbin' trains

If it was a hundred years ago

We’d be the ones on the wanted posters

Dead or alive in a dozen states

We’d be shootin' whiskey in one-horse towns

Saddlin' up when the sun went down

Haulin' ass out of some open plain

Yeah, raisin' hell

And robbin' trains

We’d be raisin' hell

And robbin' trains

Yeah