Gord Bamford - The Out Crowd Lyrics

I always like to swim upstream
We weren't into the basing scene
I like cruising Main, 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 with 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
Sling some mud, 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, everybody knows
How to keep old Barney guessing

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