We're just back road bad news, same small town crewGettin' gone just to get right, hidin' out from the blue lightsBuckshot stop signs, bug-legged moonshineA little rattin' against the grain, wild west runnin' through our veinsIf it was a hundred years ago, we'd be the ones on the wall of postersDead or alive in a dozen statesShootin' whiskey upon horse towns, saddlin' up when the sun went downHaulin' ass out over some open plainYeah, raisin' hells, robbin' trainsBaby, you look like you could be an outlaws ladyI can taste danger in your kiss tonight, I can see us shootin' out the lightsIf it was a hundred years ago, we'd be the ones on the wall of postersDead or alive in a dozen statesShootin' whiskey upon horse towns, saddlin' up when the sun went downHaulin' ass out over some open plainYeah, raisin' hells, robbin' trainsBet we'd be robbin' trains, everyone would know our namesForget about Jesse James, bet we'd be robbin' trainsBet we'd be, get your hands up, go ahead and fill it upJust forget about Jesse James, bet we'd be robbin' trainsIf it was a hundred years ago, we'd be the ones on the wall of postersDead or alive in a dozen statesWe'd be shootin' whiskey upon horse towns, saddlin' up when the sun went downHaulin' ass out over some open plainYeah, raisin' hells, robbin' trainsWe'd be raisin' hells, and robbin' trains*