Lyrics My Inlaws Are Outlaws - Doug Macleod

Well, my in-laws are outlaws
My home life is in a mess
Yes, my in-laws are outlaws
And my home life is in a mess
I′m gonna call up the High Sheriff
And get them all up under arrest

Now your sister she likes to meddle
She's in everybody′s dirt
If she'd mind her own business
Her own damn life would work

My in-laws are Outlaws
My home life is in a mess
I got to call up the High Sheriff
And get them all up under arrest

Now, your brother steady gambles
But loses every the time
And when he's lost his own money
Then he want to lose with mine

My in-laws are Outlaws
My home life′s in a mess
I got to call up the High Sheriff
And get them all up under arrest

Now, your mama likes to trouble
She always cause a fuss
If she rode the Greyhound
The dog would leave the bus

My in-laws are Outlaws
Whoa, my home life′s in a mess
I got to call up the High Sheriff
And get them all up under arrest

"Spoken:"
You mama is so mean, baby
She stand on a railroad track
The freight train'd take a dirt road
Your mama?
Yes, I did say she had a kind face
The kind of face you want to throw a brick at
Stump jumping fools, every one of them"