The Outskirts

Well, I want a home on the outskirts of town Come around sundown to hear the sound Kids and the crickets under pinky skies Swing on by 'cause we're drinking tonight Well, in my mind, trees line the drive There's a kind, loving lady barely laughing inside And in the morning while we're drinking brew She'll say, "The city ain't nothing like the outskirts with you" And fireflies and some scheming eyes Will turn this house into a home Then we'll grin in the driveway Hell, your smile outdoes the dawn Hold on, hope is on the way Oh, I swear to God I'll take you to the outskirts one day Well, I want a home on the outskirts of town Where the wind chimes sing to the porch swing crowd June into August, August to May With the sun beating down or the snow in the way The smell of fresh cut grass in the yard I don't care who you are, drink a fifth, bring your heart You put down the tailgate, I'll put down a tune 'Cause out in the 'skirts we move and shake with the moon With fireflies and some scheming eyes We'll turn this house into a home Then we'll grin in the driveway Hell, your smile outdoes the dawn Hold on, hope is on the way Oh, I swear to God I'll take you to the outskirts one day Oh, I swear to God I'll take you to the outskirts one day With fireflies and some scheming eyes We'll turn this house into a home Then we'll grin in the driveway Hell, your smile outdoes the dawn Hold on, hope is on the way Oh, I swear to God We'll make it to the outskirts one day Oh, I swear to God We'll make it to the outskirts one day --- The Outskirts - Zach Bryan