Somewhere in the Middle

Written by: M. D. Gifford II

Mid December and I, I’m feeling glad again
Crossed our t’s and dotted our I’s till the last man again
When we departed, we saw, no need to regret
The future was bright and we said God Bless America, again

Somewhere in the Middle, is where he sat
Sayin, fight where you will, after I pass

Mr Jones met a man, a man, dressed in black
I don’t think he will be, coming back
Justice will find those, who placed this thing in his tracks
Surely this pain in my heart will, cease and desist

Dirt roads where we, conduct our daily business
Praying, God help us now, we’re in a great big mess

Please bless the souls that helped, me, out
I’ve found their time is running out
They pay the price for knowing how
To fight the bad man, bad man

They pay the price for knowing how
To fight the bad man on his ground

The Ground was as solid as a rock, till it hit
I watched the dirt and the pieces, as they all vibrated
See this is my war now and I, I ain’t going back
Politicians are hanging around, making rules that just don’t fit

Please bless the souls that helped, me, out
I’ve found their time is running out
They pay the price for knowing how
To fight the bad man on his ground

I heard a singer once say, it’s been a long December
This, day, was, long, just, in that way
People were dancing in the rain, and others can’t remember
Picking up pieces for Jones somewhere in the Middle East today