Iām talkin about the classics. I love that spine chilling outlaw shit with lyrics about scary ghost cowboys, sleeping in a boxcar on a moving train, prison blues, repenting for your sins, and being heartbroken. From albums like The Louvin Brothersā āSatan Is Realā (1959), to Johnny Cash's āLive At Folsom Prisonā (1968), to Bruce Springsteenās āNebraskaā (1982), I canāt get enough!