Outskirts

Somewhere there's a gravel road that no one knows that I won't forget
Trace a fence down to the back, it ain't on the map, take a left to the wood shed
Piling that old fort, we're gone for the night
Beer in the back and we'd let that dust fly

On the outskirts, 40k's down the highway to the red dirt
Just what we do on a Friday
Just running wild and being young
Singing "Country Roads" at the top of our lungs
Good times wherever we were
On the outskirts

No matter where I roam, where I call home
Ain't never gonna change
Right there where time goes slow
And the river flows from the mighty mountain range
Some planted roots deep and now they'll never leave
Laid the foundations for all of us kids

On the outskirts, 40k's down the highway to the red dirt
This is what we do on a Friday
Just running wild and being young
Singing "Country Roads" at the top of our lungs
Good times wherever we were (we were)
On the outskirts (the outskirts)

On the outskirts (oh, yeah)
In this small town, everyone knows your name
If you ever need me, just call on your mate
If you're ever looking for me, you know that's where I'll be

On the outskirts, 40k's down the highway to the red dirt
Just what we do on Friday
Running wild and being young
Singing "Country Roads" at the top of our lungs
Good times wherever we were (we were)

On the outskirts (oh, yeah)
40k's down the highway to the red dirt
Just what we do on a Friday
Running wild and being young
Singing G and T, at the top of our lungs
Good times wherever we were (we were)
On the outskirts

On the outskirts
Oh, yeah, yeah
We grew up in the outskirts



Credits
Writer(s): Hayley Jensen, Joni Delaurier
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