Letra de Right Amount of Renegade

[Verse 1]
They said him and Dutch and Pinky were hellcats when they were young
But I guess the years had settled him down some
He gave me my first sip of beer when I was nine years old
But he made me swear that Grandma would never know
His ranch is nine miles north of Civil's Bend
And in all my years I've still never met no one like him
[Chorus]
He was six-feet-two from his cowboy boots to his worn our Co-Op cap
He was slow to rile but you didn't wanna make him mad
He had a gentle soul with a heart of gold, but he did things his own way
With just the right amount of renegade
[Verse 2]
He'd say, "Put it on the table, Mable. What's takin' you so long?
My belly's gnawin' on my old backbone"
She'd been with him so long she din't pay him any mind
He'll slap her on the tail but she won't mind
He'd eat the hottest habanero on the plate
And talk about how good it was, and never make a face
[Chorus]
He was six-feet-two from his cowboy boots to his worn our Co-Op cap
He was slow to rile but you didn't wanna make him mad
Had a gentle soul with a heart of gold, but he did things his own way
With just the right amount of renegade
[Bridge]
We'd always honk the horn as we pulled out of the drive
While grandma stood there wavin', he'd flip us off and smile
Yeah that was just his style
[Chorus]
He was six-feet-two from his cowboy boots to his worn our Co-Op cap
He was slow to rile but you didn't wanna make him mad
Had a gentle soul with a heart of gold, but he did things his own way
With just the right amount of renegade
[Outro]
He had just the right amount of renegade