There's an old rural route two-lane Take it out past where the radio just can't Pass a river bridge with a rope swing And a mailbox painted all John Deere green The end of a buncha gravel driveway Out here doin' 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 ol' boys and good ol' 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 a high life neon Barely hanging on like sheds, 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 ol' boys and good ol' 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 ol' boys and good ol' girls Hunting red dirt dreams in a concrete world Getting by on just a little Out in the middle