Old grayfence tarchip road 
Martin’s creek almost home
whitetail doe on a one lane bridge
around the bend up on the ridge theres’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
least 20 miles to the nearest town
hills and hollers all around 
and there’s me right there in the middle

(Chorus) 
In the middle of what matters most
father’s son’s and the Holy Ghost
open hearts and unlocked doors
it’s a way of life worth dying (fighting) for
if you wonderin’ where I’ll be
Take out a map and find Tennessee 
you’ll find me than right there in the middle

smack dab
There’s a rick of wood stacked by the porch 
black lab pup scratching at the door
Two little boys yellin’ daddy’s back
next thing I know it’s a wrestling (tickling) match
and that’s me yeah that’s me smack dab in the middle

Middle of nowhere nowhere I’d rather be
the good lord up above and his earth beneath my feet
surrounded by folks who love me