My Inlaws Are Outlaws — текст песни (Jeff Bates)

(Jeff Bates/Byron Hill)

My in-laws are outlaws
So I stay on my toes
`Cause anything can happen
Yeah, anything could go
I have to lock up my ol` tool box
And hide all my fishin` gear
`Cause my in-laws are outlaws
But they ain`t wanted here

She may not be like Bonnie
ANd he ain`t exactly Clyde
They don`t carry tommy-guns
But they tote big pocket knives
I don`t turn my back for nothin`
Though there`s nothin` for me to fear
My in-laws are outlaws
But they ain`t wanted here

I call `em Mom and Dad
And they both call me son
I`d like to call `em lots of things
But I just bite my tongue
We say we love each other
But Lord knows we ain`t sincere
`Cause my in-laws are outlaws
But they ain`t wanted here

`Cause he drinks all my whiskey
And she drinks all the wine
They tell us how to raise our kids
While theirs are doing time
They`ve worn out their welcome
And my favorite easy chair
My in-laws are outlaws
But they ain`t wanted here

Yeah, I bet no one would miss `em
If they just happened to disappear
My in-laws are outlaws
But they ain`t wanted here
Yeah, my in-laws are outlaws
But they ain`t wanted here