Outlaw Buckers and Oil Kings

Outlaw Buckers and Oil Kings

Your dreams may take you far

A little spit 'o land with a tiny herd

Or all the way to the NFR

40 acres and 40 head

Or 40 barrels a day

It seemed so big once upon a time

Now so modest, in the present day

I couldn't make it in this big wide world

At many other things

I couldn't rope, or hang on for eight

So I'm pickin' at these strings

Outlaw Buckers and Oil Kings

Nothin in the rear view

But sky, and a life of mistakes

Do I think I got one more in me?

Before the end of today?

Well, you can take that left to Nashville

Or just drive on to Austin

Either one could give a damn at all

If you're from Dakota

Or if you're from Boston

I couldn't make it in this big wide world

At many other things

I couldn't rope, or hang on for eight

So I'm pickin' at these strings

Outlaw Buckers and Oil Kings

They've both had stars

From mountain tops

And backwoods whiskey hollars'

California dust towns, big egos, big ol' hats and big collars

You've told them all, you'll make it now

Just watch, and wait and see

From a country bar, to a country star

And a Vid on CMT

I couldn't make it in this big wide world

At many other things

I couldn't rope, or hang on for eight

So I'm pickin' at these strings

Outlaw Buckers and Oil Kings

I couldn't make it in this big wide world

At many other things

I couldn't rope, or hang on for eight

So I'm pickin' at these strings

Outlaw Buckers and Oil Kings

Outlaw Buckers and Oil Kings

Outlaw Buckers and Oil Kings