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 till 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
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 till 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
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 old boys and good old girls, hunting red dirt dreams in a concrete world Getting by on just a little, out in the middleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
