| Everything is slower here, everybody’s got a union card
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| They get up on Sunday and go to church of their choice
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| Come back home cook out in the backyard
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| And they call this the Great Midwest
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| Where the cornfields row and flow
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| They’re all 5 years ahead of their time
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| Or 25 behind, I just don’t know
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| All the young men talk about their 4 wheel drives
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| And how much money they’re gonna make on Friday night
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| And, they like to brag about how they mistreat their girlfriends
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| Hey, let’s get drunk, party it up, start a fight
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| And they call this the Great Midwest
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| Sure make a hell of a car
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| And the old hearts, they race their way through the night
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| The upheaval of who they really are
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| Growin' up under normal conditions, television and radio
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| That’s just about all of this whole world
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| That any of us get to see, get to know
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| And they call this the Great Midwest
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| Where you sacrifice your body and soul
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| And no one really wants to get even
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| Most of us find it hard enough just lettin' go
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| Don’t get me wrong I ain’t complaining
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| I ain’t braggin' nor do I mean to place blame
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| That’s just the way things are around here
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| And there’s a future carryin' my name on it
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| Sayin' hey man, you gonna stick around here you better get on it
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| If you’re gonna stick around here you better make yourself some real good
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| friends
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| Well I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth
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| So I can’t talk about the big city life
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| But if you wanna talk about bein' bored and runnin'
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| Away from yourself, hell I talk to you all night
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| And they call this the Great Midwest
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| Where livin' is just gettin' by
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| And people trade in their happiness
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| For a smokestack, a big money deal in the sky |