Listen to Outskirts by Sam Hunt

Outskirts

Sam Hunt

Country

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sam Hunt
Sam Hunt
Vocals
Zach Crowell
Zach Crowell
Programming
Devin Malone
Devin Malone
Electric Guitar
Luke Sumner
Luke Sumner
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Hunt
Sam Hunt
Songwriter
Zach Crowell
Zach Crowell
Songwriter
Josh Osborne
Josh Osborne
Songwriter
Jerry Flowers
Jerry Flowers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sam Hunt
Sam Hunt
Producer
Zach Crowell
Zach Crowell
Producer
Chris LaCorte
Chris LaCorte
Producer
Shane McAnally
Shane McAnally
Producer
Jim Cooley
Jim Cooley
Mixing Engineer
Zach Kuhlman
Zach Kuhlman
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Alyson McAnally
Alyson McAnally
Studio Personnel
Andrew Mendelson
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Chris La Corte
Chris La Corte
Producer

Lyrics

There's so much goin' on in this town To keep me busy, I've been runnin' around Up and down all these avenues Doin' everything but thinkin 'bout you As long as I stay on 'em, I'm fine The city side of those city limit signs You don't really cross my mind But soon as I get out here on the outskirts I wish I was runnin' by your house first Somethin' 'bout a summer in the South, sure Shines like gold down these old Round bale, river valley backroads Way back in the holler where the grass grows God almighty, baby, we were that close To ditchin' this town and settlin' down Out here on the outskirts If I'da had a lick of damn sense I'd be on the greener side of that fence Little starter house we've finally outgrown Twelve-hundred feet we're 'bout to add on Smilin' out there watchin' them Big ol' yellow buckets 'bout to break ground While you're shootin' all my baby names down But soon as I get out here on the outskirts I wish I was runnin' by your house first Somethin' 'bout a summer in the South, sure Shines like gold down these old Round bale, river valley backroads Way back in the holler where the grass grows God almighty, baby, we were that close To ditchin' this town and settlin' down Out here on the outskirts I'm over all these Saturday nights I miss the stars in your eyes We were gonna give up on the fast life Have a couple babies, raise 'em up right Take 'em to the river, get 'em baptized Back in our day, if I'd have just stayed I wouldn't be livin' in this condo Hangin' out with Hailey from Toronto God almighty, baby, we were that close To ditchin' uptown, puttin' roots down Out here on the outskirts
Writer(s): Josh Osborne, Zach Crowell, Jerry Flowers, Sam Lawry Hunt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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