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