| Old gray fence, tarchip road
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| Martin’s creek, almost home
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| Whitetail buck by a one lane bridge
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| Around the bend up on the ridge
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| There’s Thompson’s barn leaning just a little
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| Miss Myra’s store, smell the barbecue
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| Make you stop for gas when you don’t need to
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| At least 20 miles to the nearest town
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| Hills and hollers all around
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| And that’s me right there in the middle
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| In the middle of what matters most
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| Father’s son’s and the holy ghost
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| Open hearts and unlocked doors
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| A way of life worth dying (fighting) for
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| If you wonderin' where I’ll be
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| Take out a map of Tennessee
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| And you’ll find me than right there in the middle
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| Rick of wood stacked by the porch
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| Black lab pup scratching at the door
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| Two little boys sayin' daddy’s back
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| Next thing I know it’s a wrestling match
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| And that’s me yeah that’s me
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| In middle of nowhere, no where I’d rather be
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| The good lord up above and his earth beneath my feet
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| Surrounded by folks who love me |