Outlaw Band

(*Bob Childers, Randy Crouch, Layle Stagner)
Back in the Sixties*
When things were strange
Everybody saying there ready for change
Out in the country in the heart of the land
Sat a restless kid, guitar in his hand
Well he had him a vision and he had him a dream
Things around here ain't quite like they seem
He followed his vision
Sat out on a quest
To find they way of life
That suited him best
Well he found him some others
Who had the same dream
All of them loners
But somehow a team
It was an outlaw band
From Oklahoma
Rolling through the night
Like a summer thunder
And the rain will wash us clean
Yeah the rain will wash us clean
They played the parties
And the back road bars
Scratching up gravel
Shooting at stars
They know who they are
And they know what they did
Striking up lightening
And keeping it hid
They were an outlaw band
From Oklahoma
Rolling through the night
Like a summer thunder
And the rain will wash us clean
Oh the rain will wash us clean
When you're tired of dreaming
About the way it could be
Pick up your axe
Get on the bus with me
And play for ones who never gave up
They'll still be dancing when the sun comes up
To an outlaw band
From Oklahoma
Rolling through the night
Like a summer thunder
And the rain will wash us clean
Yeah the rain will wash us clean