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Well I was driving down on highway 99 Lookin out my window when somthin caught my eye Their were farmers plowin and cottin growin and corn popin all along the road and I think I like what see Now I travled all around these 50 states Their's been so many good people I'v met along the way And their workin hard and they love the lord They now what their workin for And I think I love who I meet This is my kind of country Now were up in the morning with a coffee pot Off to work to a dead end job But you Won't hear us sing the blues Come friday at 5 well we all get paid Now were off to the lake on saterday Time to light up my Barbaque If you feel like me Let me hear you say HEY! If you feel like me Let me hear you say HEY! This is my kind of country By by by miss american pie drove my chevy to the levy but the levy was dry Couple good old boys drinking home made shine now were headed to the lake for some overtime Tom petty on the ipod I can't go wrong and AC/DC shook me all night long The free bird is still my favorite song Singing sweet home california all summer long When the sun go's down we know what to do were gonna light up the sky red white and blue And I think I'm proud to be free Grand dady faught in the war of 45 Well he jumped out of a plane behind enemy lines (oooooo) They were scared as hell but they won the war And them soliders new what they were fighting for And I think I'm proud to be free This is my kind of country Now were up in the monin with a coffee pot Off the work to a dead end job But you Won't hear us sing the blues Come friday at 5 well we all get paid Now were off to the lake on saterday Time to light up my barbaque If you feel like me Let me hear you say HEY! If you feel like me Let me hear you say HEY! This is my kind of country I puqed in a waffel house when I went south Never had a organ apple til they put it in my mouth Mud bogin in texas Brisket Some apple pie shine from boot leg kevin John on the dairy still coping the can It's tamato season so you won't see dan Little coal on the gator tear it up again Blue colar built proud american I'm on a pontoon boat lake normand again Dam fishin derby got me up early again Little rony got pipes on his chevy again And you can bet this is my kind of country man It's fair time And their packing it in Everybondy got a slurp before the jack or gin Take a drive on the 5 yea I like what I see I guess you could say this is my kind of country Now were up in the mornin with a coffee pot Off the work to a dead end job But you won't hear us sing the blues Come friday at 5 well we all get paid Now were off to lake on saterday Time to light up my barbaque If you feel like me Let me hear you say HEY! If you feel like me Let me hear you say HEY! This is my kind of country
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Brett Brooks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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