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

Come Friday, we come undone
Stay half lit like the high life neon
Barely hanging on like sheds in a 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

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 Writer/s: Benjamin Simonetti, Jonathan Singleton, Luke Combs, Zac Brown
Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Spirit Music Group, Universal Music Publishing Group
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