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Little Outlaw” rides the line between playful mischief and heartfelt devotion. This country tune tells the story of a wild, untamed spirit — a rebel with a mind of his own — who finds his home in love’s embrace. With toe-tappin’ guitars, warm sunset vibes, and a wink of humor, it’s a song that’ll make her smile, blush, and fall in love all over again. A cheeky cowboy anthem for anyone who’s ever had their heart tamed by the right touch. 🌵🤠🎶

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Little Outlaw

I’ll say it again

Small Town Saturday
Lyrics By: Thomas W. Peterson AKA RedHeart 
 ©COPYRIGHT 10–18-2025 All Rights Reserved ©

[VERSE 1] (0:12-0:36) Got my boots on, dust off the drive, Truck's half clean but she's still alive, Radio's hummin' that ol' George Strait, I'm five minutes early, but she's always late.
She texted "be there soon" 'bout a half-hour ago, But I don't mind waitin' when the sunset glows, Got a cooler in the back and time to spare, Small town rhythm hangs easy in the air.

[VERSE 2] (0:36-1:00) There's a neon buzz at Joe's Bar & Grill, Half the town's here and the jukebox is filled, With love songs, heartbreaks, and whiskey nights, We're all out here under them Friday lights.
Somebody's truck bed's turned into a tailgate stage, Kids runnin' wild like they own the place, Mama's laughin' with her high school crew, This is what Saturday's supposed to do.

[PRE-CHORUS] (1:00-1:12) And the night's young, hearts are wild, The beer's cold, and the jukebox smiles, We ain't rich, but we sure feel fine, In this little hometown of mine.

[CHORUS] (1:12-1:36) It's a small town Saturday, Where the stars shine brighter than the Hollywood Hills or L.A., Where a good time's cheap and the love's homemade, Yeah, we're dancin' goes on long into the break of day, On a small town Saturday.

[VERSE 3] (1:36-2:00) Old man Tucker's tellin' tales again, 'Bout high school glory and how he could've won then, We laugh so hard we spill our drinks, This town's got magic, more than folks think.
He swears he threw for three hundred yards, But Coach just shakes his head at the bar, "Tucker, you were second string at best," But we all love the story nonetheless.

[PRE-CHORUS 2] (2:00-2:12) And the night's young, hearts are wild, The beer's cold, and the jukebox smiles, We ain't rich, but we sure feel fine, In this little hometown of mine.

[CHORUS - FULL BAND] (2:12-2:36) (3-part harmony, drums kick in full, steel guitar wails)
It's a small town Saturday, Where the stars shine brighter than the Hollywood Hills or L.A., Where a good time's cheap and the love's homemade, Yeah, we're dancin' goes on long into the break of day, On a small town Saturday.

[BRIDGE - HALF-TIME] (2:36-3:00) (Tempo slows, drums to brushes, acoustic guitar and piano only)
Maybe someday I'll roam far away, But I'll come back when I miss that clay, 'Cause no city lights can ever replace, The way this dirt road feels like grace.
(Build starts - bass walks back in, drums gradually build)
And when I'm old and gray like Tucker there, I'll be tellin' my own tales in that same old chair, 'Bout nights like this when we were young and free, This town's not just a place — it's family.

[FINAL CHORUS - DOUBLE] (3:00-3:36) (Full band explosion, fiddle and steel guitar solos weaving through)
t's a small town Saturday, Where the stars shine brighter than the Hollywood Hills or L.A., Where a good time's cheap and the love's homemade, Yeah, we're dancin' goes on long into the break of day, On a small town Saturday. Where everybody knows your name and stays, Where the roots run deep and the memories don't fade, Yeah, we're livin' like there's no other way,
(Band drops out - vocals only with hand claps) On a small town Saturday...
(Band kicks back in - BIG) Yeah, it's a small town — Ain't nothin' better anyway!

[OUTRO - EXTENDED FADE] (3:36-4:00) (12 bars - instrumental jam, fiddle and steel guitar trade licks)
"Ooh, ooh, Saturday night..." "Yeah, yeah, feels so right..." "Ooh, small town Saturday..." "Come on now, yeah..." "Ain't nothin' better, no way..." "Saturday, Saturday..."
(Fade out with acoustic guitar and harmonica)


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