Middle Of America

(album: Raised - 2022)

Water tower skylines
Fields of gold
Homecoming crowns on average Joes
Planting family trees
On the same gravel road
A whole lotta nothing
Is still something to some folks

Girl painting faces
Wearing push up bras
Boys talking bases
Ain't talking baseball
There's vodka in the lemonade
Pass 'round the bleachers
Yeah, Momma blames the music
Coming out the speakers

Whoa, we're bunch of patchwork dreamers
Trying to hold onto life they know
We're a bunch of better believers
Never leaving either when they go
They live, they ride, they just live right in the middle of America

State wants an airport
They're taking the farms
Bread and butter's off the table
We're all up in arms

Wrapped around our mommas
Good book and cold beer
Like corn watching kids
Growing on up outta here

Whoa, we're bunch of patchwork dreamers
Trying to hold onto life they know
We're a bunch of better believers
Never leaving either when they go
They live, they ride, they just live right in the middle of America

Amazing Grace in somewhere twenty never does
And someday maybe between going nowhere
And going crazy
Raising hell and raising babies
In the middle of America
The middle of America

Whoa, we're bunch of patchwork dreamers
Trying to hold onto life they know
We're a bunch of better believers
Never leaving either when they go
They live, they ride, they just live right in the middle
They ride with what they left with right in the middle of America
The middle of America
The middle of America