Tell me a story about outlaws, Grandpa
Tell me a story about those wild, wild days
Tell me a story about cowboys, Grandpa
Tell me a story about where you were raised
And he'd say
Over yonder's where I was born
Down near the meadow In a plank-board shack
Times were hard then for honest folks
But we made up for all the things we lacked
Didn't have lawmen but we had thieves
They used to hang them from that oak tree back then
That's just the way things were back then
Tell me a story about outlaws, Grandpa
Tell me a story about poor men, Grandpa
Trying to feed their body and souls