In the middle of the night So when I call you in the middle of the night And I'm choking on the words 'cause I miss you Baby, don't tell me I'm out of time How you slipped through my hands I got so much of my loving to give you I keep coming back to that

Through the middle of the night unknown And I'll ride The sun has opened up my eyes And I don't want to leave your side For that lonesome road But here I go Climbing back behind the wheel of 50 feet of chrome and steel and a load They need in Chicago

I'm gonna build a fire in the middle of July Burn your pictures and go for a drive Down to the river Watch the ink from your love letters fade Come back home and turn that old mattress over Pour out the whiskey try wakin' up sober Gonna change it all

Hear me now Words I vow No fucking regrets Fuck these chains No god damn slave I will be different I'll stand here defiantly My middle finger raised Fuck your prejudice

Hey, hey what can I say I grew up in the heartland USA I sing it loud and proud and I make a lotta noise I'm an all-American middle class white boy We wasn't rich but we wasn't poor Lived on a cul-de-sac 'til my parents divorced I drove a hand-me-down

Put on my blue suede shoes And I boarded the plane Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues In the middle of the pouring rain W. C. Handy Won't you look down over me Yeah I got a first class ticket But I'm as blue as a girl can be

I'm in the hood where niggas don't bother me (check it out) Thirty-five hunnid my cardigan (check it out) Shawty gon' fuck, shawty gon' swallow me (check it out) Shawty gon' get on top of me You know what I'm saying? Yeah, me and my homie We do this shit

Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I can feel you again And I know why we had to say goodbye Like the back of my hand And I just miss you, and I just wish you were a better man If you were a better man But I just miss you, and I just wish you were a

In the middle of the night So when I call you in the middle of the night And I'm choking on the words 'cause I miss you Baby, don't tell me I'm out of time How you slipped through my hands I got so much of my loving to give you I keep coming back to that

I'm a boy and I'm a man I gotta get away Lines form on my face and hands Lines form from the ups and downs I'm in the middle without any plans I'm eighteen