Outskirts Song Lyrics

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