Texty písní Frank Morey Cold in Hand IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE

IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE

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I’m in the middle of nowhere
In the middle of nothing
In the middle of nobody
Have’n the time of my life
I got$50 bill
Dressed to the nines
Full tank of gas
Nobody mess’n with my silence
I got a bottle of red, red wine
Ain’t even cracked it open
I go a carton of smokes
A new pair of boots
I got the sun in the morning
At nigh I got the moon
Green, green grass
That I ain’t even thought about- ‘til now

You can call me an optimistic, anti social cracker
You can all me no good, no fun old school fool
But there’s too much soul in this American rover
Boogie woogie ain’t dead but sure is hung over
God bless the all American rover
God bless rovers all over the world
God bless the all American song
We ain’t sang the same since WW2
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