My Inlaws Are Outlaws

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