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The king and the outlaw | Zenith records #rockabilly #countrymusic This booth’s got a stain looks like Mississippi. Outlaw: It’s just ketchup, man. Pass the salt. Nylon shirt sticking to my back again Colonel’s on the phone, screaming ‘bout the spin I got a girl in Vegas, got a girl in Macon Both of ‘em know I’m fakin’ Put a quarter in the slot Play the song that I forgot Number 412, “Harbor Lights” Sounds like shit through these cheap speakers tonight I saw you on the TV, sellin’ ovens Looked like you were prayin’, nothin’ was lovin’ I got a DUI and a number one single Ain’t that a tingle They call me outlaw, call me redneck trash I’m just cashin’ a check, watchin’ the dash You think you broke ‘em? The rules? Please. You’re just a puppet with bad knees It ain’t rebellion, son, it’s a contract clause They sell the cage, we just rattle the bars You got the hips, I got the attitude We’re just two flavors of fast food Yeah, we broke the rules, that’s what they sold A story for the kids, bought and paid for in gold (Elvis: Gold... hell, it’s just paint.) Priscilla hated the sweat Said I smelled like a threat I just wanted to drive a truck, that’s the truth Wasted my whole youth Shakin’ a leg for a dollar a head While my brain was turnin’ ledd You think they love you? They love the meat Not the man with the tired feet My old lady took the dog and the Sony Left me with this guitar and some baloney I write songs ‘bout shootin’ people’s lights out So the radio won’t have a doubt That I’m dangerous, wild, free I’m just tired, man, just like I see You starin’ at that pie, ain’t gonna eat it We’re both scared we’re gonna beat it It ain’t rebellion, son, it’s a contract clause They sell the cage, we just rattle the bars You got the hips, I got the attitude We’re just two flavors of fast food Yeah, we broke the rules, that’s what they sold A story for the kids, bought and paid for in gold [Bridge: Fracture | slow, awkward silence between lines] (Elvis) The dream’s gettin’ fuzzy... (Outlaw) It’s the cheap coffee. (Elvis) I gotta go on at eight. (Outlaw) It’s 3 AM, old man. (Elvis) My heart’s doin’ that fluttery thing. (Outlaw) ...You want a cigarette? (Elvis) I quit. ...Got one? (Outlaw) Hey. (Elvis) Yeah? (Outlaw) ...You were good. (Elvis) Yeah. I know.