There's just one kind of coffee at the Café
Couple kinds of beer at Amoco
Where hard work pays and Jesus saves
Weekends come and hell gets raised
Don't eat much, we can't hunt, fish, or grow

And we like life that way
Sweet and slow and simple
Ain't for much we pray
'Cause all we need's a little
So just remember when you're drivin' through nowhere
To us, that's the middle of somewhere

May look like some empty off the interstate
Place between where you've been and where you go
Folks 'round here, we call it home
From the cradle to the stone
We don't mind, it's all we've ever known

And we like life that way
Sweet and slow and simple
It ain't for much we pray
'Cause all we need's a little
So just remember when you're drivin' through nowhere
To us, that's the middle of somewhere

I know it's just another drop in the ocean of map dots
But it means more than the world to us

'Cause we like life that way
Sweet and slow and simple
It ain't for much we pray
'Cause all we need's a little
So just remember when you're drivin' through nowhere
So just remember when you're drivin' through nowhere
To us, that's the middle of somewhere

Out in the middle of somewhere

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Writer(s): Jonathan David Singleton, Luke Albert Combs, Randy Montana