Hank Williams, Jr. - Outlaw's Reward Lyrics

I've always been labeled as a rip-roarin'
Hell raisin' kind but you know
Here lately I got other things on my mind
Like livin' and dyin' and
Where I'll spend eternity
What kind of reward, Jesus
Have you got out on me?

Down here on earth
There's a big price on my head
I've got all my friends and my loved
Ones who'll cry when I'm dead
And someday we'll all sing along
From the other side 'Cause I've heard that
Everyone's wanted behind
Your heavenly gates in the sky

What kind of reward, Jesus
Have you got on me?
I wonder how the words on my
Big wanted poster do read
And oh how I'd love to
Be taken into your custody
What kind of reward, Jesus
Have you got on me?

What kind of reward, Jesus
Have you got on me?
I wonder how the words on my
Big wanted poster do read
And oh how I'd love to
Be taken into your custody
What kind of reward, Jesus
Have you got on me?