I’d rather be a bootlegger than a bootlicker
A side stepper than a homewrecker
And I don’t get a pick me up
From putting other people down
It’s clear to see by the air I breathe
Working class solidarity
Is the only way
We’re gonna stamp that Fascist out
I’d rather be an outlaw than in with the law
All this authority worship is the strangest thing I ever saw
And their holy-roller hypocrisy
Out here polluting all the free air I breathe
None of them folks ever showed me empathy
You see I’ve been to jail but I did not fight
Knew I’d be good just ‘cause I was white
And can do all them old country songs
Like Merle
And talk about football and hunting yall
They can tell that I ain’t fronting
When I call my hogs
They don’t know I’m a little queer
White privilege is real
I’d rather be an outlaw than in with the law
All this authority worship is the strangest thing I ever saw
And their holy-roller hypocrisy
Out here polluting all the free air I breathe
None of them folks ever showed me empathy
I’d rather be an outlaw than in with the law
All this authority worship is the strangest thing I ever saw
And their holy-roller hypocrisy
Out here polluting all the free air I breathe
None of them folks ever showed me empathy
So don’t hang that hat on high
Over me
That’s right
Other lyrics by Dylan Earl:
Broken Parts
I’ve been lost Mastering the art Of walking backwards And talking that way too Broken parts get broke back over I’m gonna lie to myself I got nothing to lose I’ve been …
Get in the Truck
There’s nothing quite like living On four wheels with a radio Nothing quite like my morning view That changes day-to-day My loved one’s often ask me How do I carry on …
High on Ouachita
When I found the place Where my problems couldn’t bother I took a smoke From a ditch in the holler Climbed a crag Top a rocky razor-back ridge I found myself On the …
Lawn Chair
I live in a one room apartment Above a two room bar She took the kids, the dog, the ashtrays And my heart And when my landlord came to check on me To see if I was still …
Level-Headed Even Smile
Some nights I’m crying on the backroads Rolling my smoke backwards Trying to keep a level-headed even smile When I ain’t strong I try to be strong enough I try to be kind …