My Kind of Country Songtext
von Randy Houser

I don′t mess with the monkey
Let him roll right off my back
I fly like a bee to the honies
Turn a bar to an all out love shack
Can I get an amen, a hallelujah
A little splash of the Coke in my Black Jack
Don't let this black-tie fool ya
I′m a down home groover, a midnight mover

Chorus:
Give me and my bulldog
Sitting on the front porch
Old man Willie be banging on the G-chord
Little girlfriend cooking up a chicken
Sipping on the liquor, everybody listening
'Round here got the laid back low-down
Little bit of Waylon, whole lot of Motown
Might sound just a little bit funky
But hey ya'll, that′s my kind of country


I ain′t hearing no lip son, drag ya
In the dirt like Tonka toy, boy
We don't play that where i come from
Hell yeah, I′m a momma's boy

Give me and my bulldog
Sitting on the front porch
Old man Willie be banging on the G-chord
Little girlfriend cooking up a chicken
Sipping on the liquor, everybody listening
′Round here got the laid back low-down
Little bit of Waylon, whole lot of Motown
Might sound just a little bit funky
But hey ya'll, that′s my kind of country

Give me and my bulldog
Sitting on the front porch
Old man Willie be banging on the G-chord
Little girlfriend cooking up a chicken
Sipping on the liquor, everybody listening
'Round here got the laid back low-down
Little bit of Waylon, whole lot of Motown
Might sound just a little bit funky
But hey ya'll, that′s my kind of country

It′s my kind of country