There′s an old route around two-lane

Taking out past where the radio just can't

Pass a riverbed with a rope swingAnd 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

Come Friday, we come undone

Stay, have a little like a highlight neon

Barely hanging on like shelves 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 '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

And the old oak shade by the family graves

With the Southern ground all day

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