Rigid chopper Six gun at his side All he has to live for Is another place to ride Hasn’t got a home or a family Doesn’t hold a regular job He’s living off the land And the people that he robs Lawless rebel Outlaw renegade Burning up miles of black top Hoping to get laid Here comes another one horse town There goes another bank Only a few had to be put down And he’s still got half a tank Nights about Tennessee whiskey Days are all bathtub crank His pockets are bulging with money And the good Lord gets all the thanks Lawless rebel Outlaw renegade Sailing along on the open road By sundown he’ll get paid Wind whips through his hair In the high plains desert sun Headed he cares not where With two fifths, a bindle and his gun One place he does not care to go Is a place called life in jail His iron cross rear view mirror Shows a state trooper on his tail He shoots it out with the copper And he empties his .44 He’s runnin’ low on bullets But the cops got plenty more He takes cover behind the fat bob tanks of his ‘53 panhead But a round ricochets of the S&S carb And leaves him on the highway dead Lawless rebel Outlaw renegade The universal truth is that The piper must be paid