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I
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

II
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

III
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

IV
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

V
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

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