Intro Tell me a story about outlaws, Grandpa Tell me a story about those wild, wild days Tell me a story about cowboys, Grandpa Tell me a story about where you were raised And he'd say Over yonder's where I was born Down near the meadow In a plank-board shack Times were hard then for honest folks But we made up for all the things we lacked Didn't have lawmen but we had thieves They used to hang them from that oak tree back then , That's just the way things were back then Tell me a story about outlaws, Grandpa Trying to find a place that's safe Tell me a story about young men, Grandpa The kind that sometimes make mistakes And he'd say Over yonder lies an old headstone Of a man who tried to outrun his past He settled down here and he made a home But he was wanted alive or dead Saw my first lawman when I was thirteen He shot my daddy down in front of me back then That's just the way things were back then SOLO, Kicks A.. Aaron Wall is the MAN!! Then, again before going back into the verse. Tell me a story about poor men, Grandpa Trying to feed their body and souls Tell me a story about farmers, Grandpa Who cleared the land where the dogwoods grow And he'd say Over yonder's where I would plow We scratched a living among these hills We raised peanuts and we raised cows But I made my living from a whiskey stillThey sent a lawman when I was eighteen I tried to run but they arrested meI spent a year and a day in the county jail That's where I was When the market fell Another good little SOLO Tell me a story about outlaws, Grandpa.