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