Lyrics The Out Crowd - Gord Bamford, Tracy Lawrence

The Out Crowd

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