The Midwest it's true, has got the best of you, she said
As I just sit back and roll my cigarette
It's where the man you see was made to be and passed test after test
As I write my songs and try to make a living while I just ignore the mess
Put my nose to the stone and grind
No bark but plenty of bite
I'm dead tired and busted but it's alright
Between the egos and obstacles, sometimes it seems impossible
To make it to the top of the hill
But I'll keep pushing and climbing until the day that I am dying
And I'll give it every ounce of my will
Paper and pen you see is all I need as therapy
As I kick on back and smoke my cigarette
The best of me is yet to be, each day I surpass my destiny
And leave my name where I roam til I'm called home to rest
Put my nose to the stone and grind
No bark but plenty of bite
I'm dead tired and busted but it's alright
Between the ego's and the obstacles, sometimes it seems impossible
To make it to the top but I will, God Damnit I will
But I'll keep pushing and trying until the day that I am dying
And I'll give it every ounce of my will
The Midwest it's true, has got the best of you she said
She ain't lying, but I'm trying my best