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
Repeat chorus
Written by Rodney Atkins, Dave Berg, Annie Tate, Sam Tate 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 Repeat chorus Explain Request ×
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