Текст (слова) песни: Rodney Atkins - In The Middle
Old gray fence, tarchip road Martin`s creek, almost home Whitetail buck by a one lane bridge Around the bend up on the ridge There`s Thompson`s barn leaning just a little
Miss Myra`s store, smell the barbecue Make you stop for gas when you don`t need to At least 20 miles to the nearest town Hills and hollers all around And that`s me right there in the middle
Chorus
In the middle of what matters most Father`s son`s and the holy ghost Open hearts and unlocked doors A way of life worth dying (fighting) for If you wonderin` where I`ll be Take out a map of Tennessee And you`ll find me than right there in the middle
Rick of wood stacked by the porch Black lab pup scratching at the door Two little boys sayin` daddy`s back Next thing I know it`s a wrestling match And that`s me yeah that`s me
Repeat chorus
In middle of nowhere, no where I`d rather be The good lord up above and his earth beneath my feet
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