كلمات Outskirts

Got an eighty-six 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 granddaddy 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 shovеlhead Hold it up, it's six feet tall Watchin' sunsets on the back porch From a littlе 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 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 granddaddy 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