Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song In The Middle , by - Rodney Atkins. Song from the album If You're Going Through Hell, in the genre КантриRelease date: 17.07.2006
Record label: Curb
Song language: English
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 |
| 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 |
| In middle of nowhere, no where I’d rather be |
| The good lord up above and his earth beneath my feet |
| Surrounded by folks who love me |