In the Middle

Old gray fence, tarchip road

Martin's creek, almost home

Whitetail buck by a one lane bridge

Around the bend up on the ridge

There's Thompson's barn leaning just a little

Miss Myra's store, smell the barbecue

Make you stop for gas when you don't need to

At least 20 miles to the nearest town

Hills and hollers all around

And that's me right there in the middle

In the middle of what matters most

Father's son's and the holy ghost

Open hearts and unlocked doors

A way of life worth dying (fighting) for

If you wonderin' where I'll be

Take out a map of Tennessee

And you'll find me than right there in the middle

Rick of wood stacked by the porch

Black lab pup scratching at the door

Two little boys sayin' daddy's back

Next thing I know it's a wrestling match

And that's me yeah that's me

In middle of nowhere, no where I'd rather be

The good lord up above and his earth beneath my feet

Surrounded by folks who love me