Out In The Middle

There's an old rural route two-lane
 Take it out past where the radio just can't
 Past the river bridge with a rope swing
 And a mailbox painted all John Deere green
 The end of a bunch of gravel driveway
 Out here doing our own thing
 Out in the middle where the hard work meets hard living
 Out in the middle where we're grown 'til we're gone, God willing
 Just some good old boys and good old girls
 Hunting red dirt dreams in a concrete world
 Getting by on just a little
 
 Out in the middle
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 Come Friday, we come undone
 Stay half-lit like the high life neon
 Barely hanging on like sheds in the pole barn
 You can hear Hank clear 'cross the next farm
 City folk 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 'til we're gone, God willing
 Just some good old boys and good old 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
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 Out in the middle where the hard work meets hard living
 Out in the middle where we're grown 'til we're gone, God willing
 Just some good old boys and good old girls
 Hunting red dirt dreams in a concrete world
 Getting by on just a little
 Out in the middle