Jay's On My Feet

Got it—keeping it pure grit and music. Here is the final, hard-hitting Outlaw Country version of Ricky and his Jays.
(Tempo: Heavy, thumping bass line, gritty electric guitar with plenty of distortion, and a wailing harmonica)
(Verse 1)
He kicked down the doors of the Bluebird Café
With a look in his eye that said he’s here to stay
No more glitter, no more polished pop scenes
Just a Waylon heart in some denim jeans
He’s got a Martin guitar and a chip on his chest
Wearing the [Justin Boots](https://www.justinboots.com/en/our-story.html) that beat all the rest
The bartender asked, "What’s that on your feet?"
Ricky just grinned, feeling the heat.
(Chorus)
He’s an outlaw king in a pair of Jays
Tearing up the blacktop in a whiskey haze
From the highways of Texas to the Nashville rain
He’s the rebel child on a midnight train
Yeah, he’s shaking the cage in a Music City way
Livin’ la vida in his Justin Jays.
(Verse 2)
The suits on the Row, they don’t understand
How a shaker became the baddest in the land
But he’s got the [Justin](https://www.tshaonline.org/handbook/entries/justin-industries) leather and a renegade soul
Trading the [dance floor](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Livin%27_la_Vida_Loca) for a fishing hole
He’s got the J-Boots buckled, he’s ready to fight
For the freedom of the song in the dead of the night
He calls 'em his Jays, his badge of the road
The only thing carrying his heavy load.
(Chorus)
He’s an outlaw king in a pair of Jays
Tearing up the blacktop in a whiskey haze
From the highways of Texas to the Nashville rain
He’s the rebel child on a midnight train
Yeah, he’s shaking the cage in a Music City way
Livin’ la vida in his Justin Jays.
(Outro)
(Thumping bass continues)
Yeah, his Jays...
They’re his Justin Jays...
(Final, long harmonica wail)
(Hard, abrupt ending)
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[Male Vocal]

Country Outlaw