Country Stuck

Got some mud down the boots from these country roots So I boogie when I scoot and I hit em when I shoot I ain't talking bout the liquor when I say I hit the goose When I hit em on the move make em whistle like a flute Finger on the trigger and my chamber is the truth They love you undercover but they hate you in the nude They treat you like a cow, man, it's all about their mood They never took a shot so they hoping that you lose I'm proud of where I grew, from the jungle's of the creek Or a city never sleeps, it ain't always what we see Must adjust to different scenes, from a city to a tree Like Martin Luther King, I just wanna have a dream (I had a dream) Im stuck in the middle Im stuck in my mind Im stuck with good and evil Every step I walk the line Im stuck in the middle I ain't doing what you do, man, I'm doing what I choose I will never live for me if I ever live for you If I hunt or I fish, what's it matter in the booth Got the grits and the stew like I spit when I chew A hillbilly school but I'm breaking all the rules Got me looking like I'm Pac and I'm keeping all my jewels Judge me if you want, I'll just use it as my fuel Country or the city, man, I guess I'm just a mule The creek's still in me, you're the cuse where I be You don't know what I believe, it ain't always what you see I'm puzzled like a piece that don't fit in no degree When I lost sight of you, man, I lost sight of me Never knew your plan, I'm just walking where I can And I know mistakes I am, don't mistake me as a man Who ain't never gonna stand, so even when you land low Never means you can't hope, we looking at the grand scope I'm stuck in the middle I'm stuck in my mind I'm stuck with good and evil Every step I walk a line I'm stuck in the middle In the middle I ride In the middle I ride In the middle I free-fly, free-fly In the middle I ride In the middle I ride In the middle I free-fly, free-fly, free-fly