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