C 
There's an old route two-lane 
           C 
Taking out past where the radio just can't 
C 
Pass a riverbed with a rope swing 
          C 
And a mailbox painted all John Deere green

    F 
The end of a bunch of gravel driveway 
F 
Out here doing our own thing

C 
Out in the middle where the hard work meets hard living 
C 
Out in the middle where we're grown 'til we're gone, God willing 
          F 
Just some good old boys and good old girls 
        F 
Hunting red dirt dreams in a concrete world 
        G            F       C 
Getting by on just a little, out in the middle

     C 
Come Friday, we come undone 
          C 
Stay half lit like a High Life neon 
               C 
Barely hanging on like shelving a pole bar 
        C 
You can hear Hank clear 'cross the next farm

F 
City folks say we're crazy 
    F 
But they ain't never been way

C 
Out in the middle where the hard work meets hard living 
C 
Out in the middle where we're grown 'til we're gone, God willing 
          F 
Just some good old boys and good old girls 
        F 
Hunting red dirt dreams in a concrete world 
        G            F        C  Bb  F 
Getting by on just a little

                     C                     G7 
Out in the middle of nowhere, that's where I wanna be 
        Ab 
And the old oak shade by the family graves 
         G                        C 
With the Southern ground all day

C 
Out in the middle where the hard work meets hard living 
C 
Out in the middle where we're grown 'til we're gone, God willing 
          F 
Just some good old boys and good old girls 
        F 
Hunting red dirt dreams in a concrete world 
        G            F       C   Bb  F        N.C. 
Getting by on just a little, out       in the middle