The Place in the Middle (Live)

Boxes stacked beside the door In the morning they won't be there no more 'Cause when I hear that rooster crow Is about the time I'll have to go I raced out the backwoods, no tears cried I threw an old Coke bottle at the state line sign I didn't turn around to say goodbye 'Cause I'm gonna try the city on for size The country was a suit I couldn't wear And I ran all out of things to do down there And if the lights in the city don't hypnotize me The place in the middle's where I'll be A half a mile's a half hour drive I can hardly punch my card on time I know I'd read that print real fine But I wish I'd never signed that line This yoke around my collar's hard to bare It's a tie that binds my will to someone else And if the good Lord above could break me free The place in the middle's where I'll be Said if the good Lord above could break me free The place in the middle's where I'll be The place in the middle's where I'll be Yeah, the place in the middle's where I'll be