Nate
Gross Music
Lyrics
Middle of the Night
A working man don't catch no breaks
He sweats all day, at night he aches
He puts family first, and God is right behind
But price of gas keeps him awake
Fat bureaucrats with more red tape
Taxes due, and so much on his mind
But- In the Middle of the Night
He hears a whippoorwill calling
Takes him away
To a sweet sycamore holler
Red wolves howl the moon is bright
Far off, dancing stars are falling
Close his eyes, he's back up in the mountains
And everything's all right.
Bills stacked on the kitchen counter
TV preachers talking louder
Can't find some peace, can't get no overtime
He got scrapes all over his knuckles
Many a sunburn round his neck
Pick-up needs a starter, a working man gets tired
But
In the Middle of the Night
Blue-Eyed Grass is blooming
He wants to lay
By a little stream that's moving--
Smell the jasmine, vines are ripe
Beds of clover, air is soothing
Take me back, old Carolina Mountains
In the middle of the night
Getting up at a quarter to five
For almost thirty years
Has it all been worth the daily grind
The blood the mud, the beer?
A working man, don't get to play
No golf courses, no tennis games
No vacation trips, on fancy big airplanes
Puts on his boots, looks straight ahead
No time to waste, kids to be fed
Rolls up his sleeves, he only knows one way
But- In the Middle of the Night
He hears a whippoorwill calling
Takes him away
To a sweet sycamore holler
Red wolves howl the moon is bright
Far off, dancing stars are falling
Close his eyes, he's back up in the mountains
And everything's all right.
But
In the Middle of the Night
Blue-Eyed Grass is blooming
He wants to lay
By a little stream that's moving--
Smell the jasmine, vines are ripe
Beds of clover, air is soothing
Take me back, old Carolina Mountains
In the middle of the night
A working man don't catch no breaks
He sweats all day, at night he aches
He puts family first, and God is right behind
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