The Out Crowd (feat. Tracy Lawrence) – Gord Bamford
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I always like to swim upstream [?] I like cruising [?] with my sweet thing While my buds are all out fishing Population 1104[?] Drinking hard so we didnt’ get bored Tailgating at the corner store Chasing beers, shots of whiskey
We were into the out crowd Pick a spot way outta town Where the music couldn’t get too loud And the party lasted all night long Truck man dancing with the harvest moon Spreading some love, steal a kiss or two Raising hell like good outlaws do We were into the out crowd
Gravel pits and dirty back roads Skinny dipping in the river shores Growing up [?] knows How to keep [?] Put your finger on in the old map There’s a million brains it’s just like that We’re the out crowders, we’re ain’t sad For a bunch of small town rebels
We were into the out crowd Pick a spot way outta town Where the music couldn’t get too loud And the party lasted all night long Truck man dancing with the harvest moon Spreading some love, steal a kiss or two Raising hell like good outlaws do We were into the out crowd
Truck man dancing with the harvest moon Spreading some love, steal a kiss or two Raising hell like good outlaws do We were into the out crowd Raising hell like good outlaws do We were into the out crowd