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.