Текст песни
Got an '86 square body jacked up Chevrolet
Rolling down a no name road
With a dog in the bed
A 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 on my backwoods cred
Where the corn grows and gold rolls
Driving down two lanes and back roads
All about grit, grace and dirt
Out here in the outskirts
Catching keepers on a trotline
Deer with a drop tine hanging up on my wall
Big dead copperhead I killed with a shovel head
Hold it up at six feet tall
Watch the 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 on my backwoods cred
Where the corn grows and gold rolls
Driving down two lanes and back roads
All about grit, grace and dirt
Out here in the outskirts
I got some moonshine my granddaddy made
In a still out back in his shed
Under the moonlight where I unwind
Building on my backwoods cred
Where the corn grows and gold rolls
Driving down two lanes and back roads
All about grit, grace and dirt
Out here in the outskirts
Out here in the outskirts