The Place in the Middle

Boxes stacked beside the door
In the morning they won't be there no more
'Cause when I hear that rooster crow
Is about the time I'll have to go
Raced out the backwoods, no tears cried
I threw an old Coke bottle at the state line sign
Didn't turn around to say goodbye
'Cause I'm gonna try the city on for size

The country was a suit I couldn't wear
And I ran all out of things to do down there
And if the lights in the city don't hypnotize me
The place in the middle's where I'll be

A half an mile's a half hour drive
I can hardly punch my card on time
I know I read that print real fine
But I wish I never signed that line

This yoke around my collar's hard to bare
It's a tie that binds my will to someone else
And if the good Lord above could break me free
The place in the middle's where I'd be

Said if the good Lord above could break me free
The place in the middle's where I'd be
The place in the middle's where I'd be
Yeah, the place in the middle's where I'd be



Credits
Writer(s): Dakota Saylor
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