Lyrics

Just held up a dollar tree Got a pocket full of ones Didn't do it for the money I did it all for fun I got $73 in a white canvas tote Gonna get a 24 of Lonestars Some scratchers and smokes Cuz I might be the richest man in Texas But I'm still an outlaw The oil checks keep comin' Couldn't spend it if I tried I'm putting Tannerite on train tracks So I don't lose my mind If I done bought the train company Then I can rob it too Who's gonna press charges? I know it sure ain't you Cuz I might be the richest man in Texas But I'm still an outlaw YAHOOOoooo Shot a man in poker Cuz I didn't like his hand With a hole through his pocket pair He began to understand You ain't here for the money You're here for the thrill I said "Yeah Mr. Cuban Now let's play with money that's real." Cuz I might be the richest man in Texas But I'm still an outlaw Cuz I might be the richest man in Texas But I'm still an outlaw HOOOoooo Gimme your money! Now take it back! I was just seein' if I could get you to give it to me Turns out I still got it
Writer(s): Daniel Patrick Hardin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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