I’ve been a rough houser, a good time sleep arounder
 Straight up whiskey pounder, and I don’t know my name
 And I’ve been a church go’er, a front pew bible holder
 Cry on my momas shoulder when she saw me change
 Each day’s a choice of which one I’m gonna be…
 So God bless outlaws like me

 I curse the sun, I pray for rain
 [bad word] a mile to walk through pain
 I’ve seen the worst and I’ve seen the best that I could be
 So God bless outlaws like me

 I’ve been an SOB’er, a night time bar room winger
 go back and forth betweener, and that’s the [bad word]  And I’ve been [bad word] homer late, get to my girl in a hurry
 At night so she didn’t worry, I even said I love you
 Each day’s days a choice of lovin her or livin free… [bad word] [bad word] outlaws_like_me_lyrics_justin_moore.html
 So God bless outlaws like me

 I curse the sun, I pray for rain
 [bad word] a mile to walk through pain
 I’ve seen the worst and I’ve seen the best man I could be
 So God bless outlaws, God Bless outlaws
 God bless outlaws like me