Out In The Middle

There's an old rural route two-lane

Take it out past where the radio just can't

Pass a river bridge with a rope swing

And a mailbox painted all John Deere green

The end of a buncha gravel driveway

Out here doin' our own thing

Out in the middle where the hard work meets hard living

Out in the middle where we're grown till we're gone, God willing

Just some good ol' boys and good ol' girls

Hunting red dirt dreams in a concrete world

Getting by on just a little

Out in the middle

Come Friday, we come undone

Stay half-lit like the high life neon

Barely hanging on like sheds in a pole barn

You can hear Hank clear 'cross the next farm

City folks say we're crazy

But they ain't never been way

Out in the middle where the hard work meets hard living

Out in the middle where we're grown till we're gone, God willing

Just some good ol' boys and good ol' girls

Hunting red dirt dreams in a concrete world

Getting by on just a little

Out in the middle of nowhere, that's where I wanna be

In the old oak shade by the family graves

With the Southern ground on me

Out in the middle where the hard work meets hard living

Out in the middle where we're grown till we're gone, God willing

Just some good ol' boys and good ol' girls

Hunting red dirt dreams in a concrete world

Getting by on just a little

Out in the middle