My Kinda Folk Songtext
von Luke Combs

You might find us early sunrisin′, tractor drivin', growin′ your greens
Stayin' alive, workin' nine to five, just livin′ that American dream
We′re the plumbers and the preachers, the pre-care teachers, the mail man in your neighbourhood
But it don't matter what we do we damn sure do it good

My kinda folk buy beer on Friday get right on Saturday night
We′re all good people spend Sunday under steeple
Come Monday we'll be right on time
There oughta be a law against workin′ this hard
And still havin' this much fun
We get it done, drink a beer, catch a fish, hunt a deer
And then we′ll fire up a little smoke, me and my kinda folk


There's a whip of southern wind singin'
And a red sun sinkin′ back beneath a grove of oak trees
We′re takin' it slow, easy come easy go, a county road philosophy
I ain′t sayin' it′s right, what we're livin′ like but it feels pretty hard to beat

Yeah, my kinda folk buy beer on Friday, get right on Saturday night
We're all good people
Spend Sunday under steeple, come Monday we'll be right on time
There oughta be a law against workin′ this hard, and still havin′ this much fun
We get it done, drink a beer, catch a fish, hunt a deer
And then we'll fire up a little smoke, me and my kinda folk

Oh, my kinda folks buy beer on Friday, get right on Saturday night
We′re all good people
Spend Sunday under steeple, come Monday we'll be right on time
There oughta be a law against workin′ this hard
And still havin' this much fun
We get it done, drink a beer, catch a fish, hunt a deer
And then we′ll fire up a little smoke, me and my kinda folk

Oh, me and my kinda folk