Out in the Middle - Zac Brown Band

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

The end of a bunch of gravel driveway

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 nug dreams in a

concrete world

Getting by on just a little, out in the middle

Come Friday, we come undone

Stay have a little like a highlight neon

Barely hanging on like shelving a pole bar

You can hear Hank clear 'cross the next farm

City folks say we’re crazy

But they ain’t never been way