My Inlaws are Outlaws

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"