Outskirts

Got an '86 square body jacked up Chevrolet rollin' down a no-name road

With a dog in the bed, a couple three shotguns hangin' 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 grandaddy made in a still out back in his shed

Under the moonlight where I unwind, buildin' up my backwoods cred

Where the corn grows in gold rows

Drivin' down two lanes and back roads

All about grit, grace, and dirt

Out here in the outskirts

Catchin' keepers on a trot line, deer with a drop time hangin' up on my wall

Big dead copperhead I killed with a shovelhead, hold it up, it's six feet tall

Watchin' 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 grandaddy made in a still out back in his shed

Under the moonlight where I unwind, buildin' up my backwoods cred

Where the corn grows in gold rows

Drivin' down two lanes and back roads

All about grit, grace, and dirt

Out here in the outskirts

Mmm, yeah

I got some moonshine my grandaddy made in a still out back in his shed

Under the moonlight where I unwind, buildin' up my backwoods cred

Where the corn grows in gold rows

Drivin' down two lanes and back roads

All about grit, grace, and dirt

Out here in the outskirts

Out here in the outskirts

Woo