There's an old room around Tulane, take it out past where the radio just came Pass a river bridge with a rope swing and a mailbox painted all John Deere green Then you end up a bunch of guys, but drive away, 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, some good old girls Some red dirt dreams and 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 across 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 till we're gone, God willing Just some good old boys, some good old girls Some red dirt dreams and 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, some good old girls Some red dirt dreams and a concrete world Getting by on just a little Out in the middle