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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
C
There's an old route two-lane
Taking out past where the radio just can't
Pass a riverbed with a rope swing
And a mailbox painted all John Deere green
F The end of a bunch of gravel driveway F Out here doing our own thing
F
The end of a bunch of gravel driveway
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
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
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
Come Friday, we come undone
Stay half lit like a High Life neon
Barely hanging on like shelving a pole bar
You can hear Hank clear 'cross the next farm
F City folks say we're crazy F But they ain't never been way
City folks say we're crazy
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
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 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
G F C Bb F N.C.