Sean Stemaly – Outskirts

Sean Stemaly – Outskirts Lyrics

Artist: Sean Stemaly
Song: Outskirts

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 grandaddy 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 back roads
All about grit, grace and dirt
Out here in the outskirts

Catching keepers on a trot line, deer with a drop time
Hanging up on my wall
Big dead copperhead I killed with a shovеl head
Hold it up, it’s six feet tall

Watching 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 grandaddy 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 back roads
All about grit, grace and dirt
Out here in the outskirts

Hmm, yeah
I got some moonshine my grandaddy 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 back roads
All about grit, grace and dirt

Out here in the outskirts
Out here in the outskirts
Woo
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