Outfit Lyrics - Live From Alabama - Jason Isbell & 400 Unit

You want to grow up to paint houses like me 

A trailer in my yard till you're twenty three 

You want to be old after forty two years 

Keep dropping the hammer and grinding the gears 

Well, I used to go out in a Mustang, a 302 Mach One in green 

Me and your Mama made you in the back and I sold it to buy her a ring 

And I learned not to say much of nothing so I figured you already know 

But in case you don't or maybe forgot, I'll lay it out real nice and slow 

Don't call what your wearing an outfit, don't ever say your car is broke 

Don't worry about losing your accent, a southern man tells better jokes 

Have fun, stay clear of the needle, call home on your sister's birthday 

Don't tell them you're bigger than Jesus, don't give it away 

Five years in a St. Florian foundry, they call it Industrial Park 

Then hospital maintenance and tech school just to memorize Frigidaire parts 

But I got to missing your Mama and I got to missing you too 

And I went back to painting for my old man and I guess that's what I'll always do 

So don't try to change who you are boy, and don't try to be who you ain't 

And don't let me catch you in Kendale with a bucket of wealthy-man's paint 

Don't call what your wearing an outfit, don't ever say your car is broke 

Don't sing with a fake British accent, don't act like your family's a joke 

Have fun, but stay clear of the needle, call home on your sister's birthday 

Don't tell them you're bigger than Jesus, Don't give it away 

Don't give it away