Lyrics
Verse 1
I came slidin’ into this world on an April morn’,
Seventy‑three was the year this outlaw got born.
Mama said I kicked like a boot in a barroom fight,
Daddy said “Boy’s gonna burn like a porch‑light night.”
And I been ridin’ ever since with a wild wind grin,
A little dust on my boots, a little whiskey in my pen.
Chorus
So happy birthday to me, light the candles, let ’em blaze,
I’ve been hell‑bent, hard‑headed, livin’ loud all my days.
American made, American raised, that’s the creed I carry free,
Born April 25th, nineteen‑seventy‑three.
Yeah, I’m older, tougher, still the outlaw I’m meant to be.
Verse 2
I’ve seen highways stretch forever, I’ve seen good love fade,
I’ve seen friends turn to legends and memories that never age.
But I keep rollin’ like thunder through the heartland night,
Still chasin’ down dreams that don’t go down without a fight.
Ain’t no quit in my bones, ain’t no fear in my stride,
Just a long line of stories and a hell of a ride.
Chorus
So happy birthday to me, light the candles, let ’em blaze,
I’ve been hell‑bent, hard‑headed, livin’ loud all my days.
American made, American raised, that’s the creed I carry free,
Born April 25th, nineteen‑seventy‑three.
Yeah, I’m older, tougher, still the outlaw I’m meant to be.
Bridge
Here’s to the scars, the songs, the nights I won’t forget,
To the roads I ain’t driven and the ones I ain’t hit yet.
If life’s a wild horse, I’ll ride it ’til it bucks me clean,
’Cause I was born with gasoline runnin’ through my bloodstream.
Final Chorus
So happy birthday to me, raise a glass and let it ring,
For the outlaw born in springtime with a rebel heart that sings.
American made, American raised, still standin’ proud and free,
Born April 25th, nineteen‑seventy‑three.
Yeah, another year older — but still the outlaw I’m meant to be.