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Drew Parker

Middle Of Nowhere Class

 

Middle Of Nowhere Class

(album: At The End Of The Dirt Road - 2023)


We're the blink and you'll miss it, blue collar kind
Got our name on the tank, clothes on the line
We work like a dog 'til Friday at five
Put twenty in the truck, twelve on ice

And our IGA
Ain't got no IPA

We drink Bud Heavy
At the bowling alley down the road
We drive fix-'er-up Chevys
Stretch a check as far as it can go
Oh, we ain't blue bloods and we ain't white trash
We land somewhere in the middle of no-nowhere class

We're the cheap seats singing along with the band
Keeping that beat on a Copenhagen can
We're the take off our hats, hands on our hearts
Wishing on a Texaco star

Drinking Bud Heavy
At the bowling alley down the road
We drive fix-'er-up Chevys
Stretch a check as far as it can go
Oh, we ain't blue bloods and we ain't white trash
We land somewhere in the middle of no-nowhere class

Oh, nowhere class

Out here in the middle of nowhere
The middle of nowhere class
Out here in the middle of nowhere
Middle of nowhere class

We drink Bud Heavy
At the bowling alley down the road
We drive fix-'er-up Chevys
Stretch a check as far as it can go
Oh, we ain't blue bloods and we ain't white trash
We land somewhere in the middle of no-nowhere class

Oh, come on, Gordo

Yeah, we drink Bud Heavy
At the bowling alley down the road
Drive old fix-'em-up, beat-'em-up Chevys
Stretch a check as far as it can go
Oh, we ain't blue bloods and we ain't white trash
We land somewhere in the middle of no-nowhere class

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