Dog Days (Have Lost Their Bite)

Leading Lady

How Low Does Your Fruit Hang

Beast Of Bourbon

Outskirts Of Love

When my toe found a hole in my favorite pair of socks
I knew it’d be a miserable day
Because I ain’t tied a tie, I’ve not button no button
And when the last time was I’ve forgotten

Because what's the use in dressing up
When you're always feeling down?
And it’s quite a ways from where I’m at
To where you can be found

I’m on the outskirts of love
I’m on the outskirts of love
Oh how I long to be within your boundaries
Given the chance, I’d be neighborly

With the lack of street lights you can easily see
How a man might end up where he shouldn’t be
And I know that I’ve strayed, from the path you laid
But what good is love if it can’t find a way?

And there ain’t no curb side pick up out here
No, the trash just piles up, mountains of the stuff
A monument to the king of the outskirts 

The outskirts of love

Kent Goolsby – Guitar & Vocals
Steve Daly – Guitar & Mandolin
Dan Eubanks – Upright Bass
Roy Agee – Trombone
Chris Housman – Fiddle



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