My Inlaws Are Outlaws

Ah, yeah, y'all listen to this

True story

My in-laws are outlaws

So I stay on my toes

'Cause anythin' can happen

An' anythin' could go

I have to lock up my ol' tool box

An' hide all my fishin' gear

'Cause my in-laws are outlaws

But they ain't wanted here

She may not be like Bonnie

An' he ain't exactly Clyde

An' 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 an' Dad

An' 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

An' she drinks all the wine

They tell us how to raise our kids

While their's are doin' time

They've worn out their welcome

An' 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