Road of a Hard Outlaw - Kevin Skinner

Born down in a Louisiana bayou*

Daddy never had a dime

Ran that whiskey on a flat airline boat

Mama 'bout to lose her mind

He was taking the road of a hard outlaw

He was taking the road of a hard outlaw

Well they put daddy under the prison

And I was just 16

He said son don’t you let that still go dry

Won’t you do this just for me

And I was taking a lonely whiskey road tonight

And I was taking the road of a hard outlaw

Well I got the news from my cousin

Daddy was sentenced to die

So I loaded up that old flat airline boat

Full of dynamite

And I was taking the road of a hard outlaw

And I was taking the road of a hard outlaw

Well I creeped on down the bayou

Till I got to the prison lines

Loaded that concrete cell wall

Full of dynamite

And as I lit that fuse and backed up

Concrete cell wall blew

Me and daddy jumped on that boat

And the warden never had a clue

That he was back on the road of a hard outlaw

He was back on the road of a hard outlaw

He was taking the road of a hard outlaw

We were back on the road of a hard outlaw

Yeah, creeping down the bayou

Yeah, we’re gonna creep down that bayou

Yeah, creep on down the bayou

Yeah, back where the black water flows