Charlie went down to Georgia He was looking to make a deal He heard a southern band singing ramblin man Playing guitars of steel It was Travis, Hank, Merle and Mick Singing about them honky tonk women Walyon and Willie, Coe and Cash Just trying to make a living It wasn't about fame, it wasn't about money Just outlaws putting some rock in their country The king made the young girls scream In a pair of blue suede shoes Heard Clapton, Earl and Stevie Ray Just playing them delta blues Ronnie sang me home sweet home Talkin' 'bout Alabama Outlaws, 38 and Hatch You got me flirting with distaster Them Van Zant boys they was on to somethin' Just outlaws putting some rock in their country It was born down in the bayou Raised out in the streets Simple songs I could sing along to That made me stomp my feet Yeah my hair is long and I may look funny But I still love some rock in my country Yeah it all sounds good to me I like country in my rock And rock in my country She rolled on down the highway Yeah, Janis and Bobbie McGee Singing la la la la la la la la la Yeah sure sounded good to me It ain't about the fame, the glamour or the money She's just a bad girl putting some rock in her country If the music biz left it up to me I'd keep country in my rock and rock in my country