"Middle of Somewhere"
Jack Settle Lyrics
Well I grew up on the wrong side of the rails
A few blocks down from the Washington County Jail
In a place not far from the middle of nowhere
It ain’t hard to find if you know how to get there
Some folks like to call it the Middle of Somewhere
‘Cause we’re a small city
A big town
We got a lot of road to spin wheels around
Everybody’s got their favorite spot to park
Out in the country, a little past dark
The old folk talkin’ ‘bout the young folk rockin’ out
But they don’t seem to care
In this place called the Middle of Somewhere
We got potlucks, potholes, potheads all around
And a couple rich people who think they rule the town
And if you don’t drive a truck, you’re a city kid
And if you wear boots, you’re a redneck hick
But I wear boots and drive my Honda Civic
‘Cause we’re a small city
A big town
We got a lot of road to spin wheels around
Everybody’s got their favorite spot to park
Out in the country, a little past dark
The old folk talkin’ ‘bout the young folk rockin’ out
But they don’t seem to care
In this place called the Middle of Somewhere
Well you can find me at the country club
You can find me in the country mud
I’ve got country in my blood
Let’s spread that country love
You can find me at the country club
You can find me in that country mud
I’ve got country in my blood
Let’s spread that country love
Spread that country love
‘Cause we’re a small city
A big town
We got a lot of road to spin wheels around
Everybody’s got their favorite spot to park
Out in the country, a little past dark
The old folk talkin’ ‘bout the young folk rockin’ out
But they don’t seem to care
In this place
In this place
In this place called the Middle of Somewhere
Songwriter: Jack Washington Settle
A few blocks down from the Washington County Jail
In a place not far from the middle of nowhere
It ain’t hard to find if you know how to get there
Some folks like to call it the Middle of Somewhere
‘Cause we’re a small city
A big town
We got a lot of road to spin wheels around
Everybody’s got their favorite spot to park
Out in the country, a little past dark
The old folk talkin’ ‘bout the young folk rockin’ out
But they don’t seem to care
In this place called the Middle of Somewhere
We got potlucks, potholes, potheads all around
And a couple rich people who think they rule the town
And if you don’t drive a truck, you’re a city kid
And if you wear boots, you’re a redneck hick
But I wear boots and drive my Honda Civic
‘Cause we’re a small city
A big town
We got a lot of road to spin wheels around
Everybody’s got their favorite spot to park
Out in the country, a little past dark
The old folk talkin’ ‘bout the young folk rockin’ out
But they don’t seem to care
In this place called the Middle of Somewhere
Well you can find me at the country club
You can find me in the country mud
I’ve got country in my blood
Let’s spread that country love
You can find me at the country club
You can find me in that country mud
I’ve got country in my blood
Let’s spread that country love
Spread that country love
‘Cause we’re a small city
A big town
We got a lot of road to spin wheels around
Everybody’s got their favorite spot to park
Out in the country, a little past dark
The old folk talkin’ ‘bout the young folk rockin’ out
But they don’t seem to care
In this place
In this place
In this place called the Middle of Somewhere
Songwriter: Jack Washington Settle
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