Livin' right the way we see it though it's seldom seen
Bleeding from our hands just to grease the machine
Sometimes there ain't jack to do in this town
This ain't New York, this ain't LA
It's somewhere in the middle of the USA
There's no greener grass as far as I can see
Somewhere in the middle somewhere in between
The center of the fringes of a rebels dream
No other place I'd rather be found
It's probably where they'll plant me in the ground
Some people leave but most of them stay
In the middle of the USA
People workin' for the kitty, trying to buy 'em a hound