Blind Wind - First Outlaw

Those West Virginia tags
Take my memory back
To my grandmas place in Ripley
She was an ex 4h hippie

We'd visit every summer
To the house her daddy built
I'd play down on the hillside
Next to her moonshine still

She was the first outlaw I'd ever met
She lived out loud said things I'll never forget
She was a down home back road original country asset
She was the first outlaw that I'd ever met

She'd take us out to barn dances
That was her main thing
We'd stay out well past midnight
She loved to hear those fiddles ring

She gave me my first guitar
When I was 12 let me drive her car
She taught me how to wrangle snakes
And we'd light fireworks off her cigarettes

She was the first outlaw I'd ever met
She lived out loud said things I'll never forget
She was a down home back road original country asset
She was the first outlaw that I'd ever met

She pickled everything in jars
And played a homemade red guitar
She knew all the flowers in her garden
And loved to stare at the stars

She was the first outlaw I'd ever met
She lived out loud said things I'll never forget
She was a down home back road original country asset
She was the first outlaw that I'd ever met

We'd visit all the time
But now she's gone and life moves on
Those West Virginia tags always take my memory back
Take my memory back
Take my memory back

Written by:
John Moran, Kevin Hill

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