There's an old road around Tulane Take it out past where the radio just came Past a river bridge with a rope swing And a mailbox painted all John Deere green Then you end up a bunch of garbage 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 and good old girls Hunting red dirt dreams in a concrete world Hanging by on just a little Out in the middle Come Friday we come under Stay high a little 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 and good old girls Hunting red dirt dreams in a concrete world Hanging by on just a little Out in the middle of nowhere, that's where I wanna be Any old old shame out of 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 and good old girls Hunting red dirt dreams in a concrete world Hanging by on just a little Out in the middle