My good friend Pattie told me a story
‘bout a party in the middle of nowhere,
My friend Pattie told me a story
‘bout a church in the
middle of nowhere.
In the Indian Summer, just last year -
Out in the country, just this last year;
It was off the highway, down a dirt road
‘bout ten miles out and cross the old guard,
Stood a party in the middle of nowhere.
At the end of the summer, just last year –
Out in the sunshine, just this last year;
People parked in the driveway, out in the road
They came from all over, stood in the yard.
Patty said, “People came from God knows where!”
Wish I could have been there.
My good friend Pattie told me a story
‘bout a party in the middle of nowhere;
About sittin’ down with our sweet pal, Cindy,
In this church in the middle of nowhere.
Reminds me of the summers, long past years-
Down in old Young County, Oh, those years!
We drove off the highways, down the dirt roads,
Past peeling oil tanks and across the cattle guards,
Lookin’ for parties in the middle of nowhere.
But at that church-house party, just last year-
Outside of Henrietta, just this last year;
Folks hauled in their tribute, down that dirt road,
Emptied their trucks, and loaded down their cars,
Auctioned their tools and sold clothes they still wear.
Wish I could have been there.
My good friend Pattie told me a story
‘bout a party in the middle of nowhere.
About sweet tea drinkin’ with her friend Cindy
At the church in the middle of nowhere.
They had a mighty spread there just last year-
Out in the country, just this last year;
Smoked offerings drifted up and down that road.
When the meat ran out, men ran off in their cars,
But God found them and fed them – even out there.
Wish I could have been there.
My good friend Pattie told me a story
‘bout a party in the middle of nowhere.
About a sweet time with our friend Cindy
And the church in the middle of nowhere.
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