Momma wouldn't let me be a cowboy Couldn't pass in medicine and such So here I am counting barrels Good ol' West Texas sludge But I'd rather be an outlaw Riding like Bonnie and Clyde Instead I'm in this here high rise Doing 25 to life This room is feeling like a cage Counting the numbers of my long and lonesome days I punch out in fits of rage I gotta get out of this place I could be out on the prairie Under the stars at night Sitting with a guitar round a campfire Singing devil wears a suit and tie But I'd rather be an outlaw Riding like Bonnie and Clyde Instead I'm in this here high rise Doing 25 to life I pull this mask up on my face I'm back in my happy place Riding again with the old gang Stealing hearts and taking names But I'd rather be an outlaw Darlin', oh you'd be my side We'd ride off into the sunset Doing 25 to life You could be my Bonnie I would be your Clyde We would not worry for money Into the sunset we'd ride Doing 25 to life