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 middle
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