Outskirts

Got an '86 square body jacked up Chevrolet

Rolling down a no-name road

With a dog in the bed

Couple three shotguns hanging on the back window

Beer cans on the floorboard

And a cooler full in the back

Park it by the creek, just the crickets and me

Gonna get a little way off track

I got some moonshine my granddaddy made

In a still out back in his shed

Under the moonlight where I unwind

Building up my backwoods cred

Where the corn grows in gold rows

Driving down two lanes and backroads

All about grit grace and dirt

Out here in the outskirts

Catching keepers on a trot line

Deer with a drop tine, hanging up on my wall

Big dead copperhead I killed with a shovel head

Hold it up it's six feet tall

Watching sunsets on the back porch

From a little house on the hill

We all say we're gonna leave this place

But we know we never will

I got some moonshine my granddaddy made

In a still out back in his shed

Under the moonlight where I unwind

Building up my backwoods cred

Where the corn grows in gold rows

Driving down two lanes and backroads

All about grit grace and dirt

Out here in the outskirts

(Mmm, yeah)

I got some moonshine my granddaddy made

In a still out back in his shed

Under the moonlight where I unwind

Building up my backwoods cred

Where the corn grows in gold rows

Driving down two lanes and backroads

All about grit grace and dirt

Out here in the outskirts

Out here in the outskirts