The Out Crowd - Gord Bamford, Tracy Lawrence

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

Get it done boys, yessir