Rodney Atkins - In the Middle Lyrics
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In the Middle
In the Middle Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For In the Middle By Rodney Atkins?
Old gray fence, tar chip 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 twenty 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 Fathers, sons, 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 then, 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 the middle of what matters most Fathers, sons, 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 then, right there in the middle In middle of no where, no where I'd rather be The good lord up above and his earth beneath my feet Surrounded by folks who love me |
Who Wrote In the Middle By Rodney Atkins?
Annie Tate, Dave Berg, Rodney A. Atkins, Sam M. Tate
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What's The Duration Of The In the Middle By Rodney Atkins?The duration of In the Middle is 3:11 minutes and seconds. |
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