[Verse 1] Cracked red cooler in the back of the Chevy Grass stains climbing up my jeans Dust on the dash and the dial on the oldies Cornfields waving like they’re cheering for the home team [Chorus] Midwest living It’s slow but it’s ours Rust on the trucks Big hearts Bigger yards Porch light glow and a sky full of stars Yeah This flat land raised me Midwest living Right where I’ll be [Verse 2] Church bell ringing on a Sunday morning Screen door slam “boy Don’t track that in” County fair wristband faded on my wrist still Grease on my hands Got a busted lawn mower to mend [Chorus] [Bridge] We say “supper” not “dinner” We wave from every passing car Storm clouds roll We count the seconds Between the thunder and my backyard [low vocal register] I keep leaving in my head But my boots don’t go that far [Chorus]
