My Kind of Country

My Kind of Country - Moonshine Bandits

Lyrics by：Dusty Dahlgren/Brett Brooks

Composed by：Dusty Dahlgren/Brett Brooks

Well I was drivin' down on Highway 99

Highway 99

Lookin' out my window when somethin' caught my eye

There was farmers plowin' and cotton growin'

And corn poppin' all along the road

And I think I like what I see

Now I've traveled all around these 50 states

Oh oh oh

And there been so many good people

I've met along the way

And they're workin' hard and they love the Lord

And they know what they're workin' for and I think

I love who I meet this is my kind of country

Now were up in the mornin' with a coffee pot

Off to work to a dead end job

But you won't hear us sing the blues

Come Friday at five well we all get paid

Now were off to the lake on Saturday

Time to light up my barbecue

If you feel like me

Let me hear you say

Hey

If you feel like me if you feel like me

Let me hear you say

Hey

This is my kind of country

Bye bye bye miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry

Couple good old boys drinkin' home made shine

Now were headed to the lake for some overtime

Tom Petty on the iPod I can't go wrong

And ACDC Shook Me All Night Long

But Free Bird is still my favorite song

Singin' sweet home California all summer long

When the sun go's down we know what to do

We're gonna light up the sky red white and blue

And I think I'm proud to be free

Granddaddy fought in the war of 45 45

Well he jumped out of a plane behind enemy lines

Oh oh oh

And they were scared as hell but they won the war

And them soldiers knew what they were fightin' for

And I think I'm proud to be free

This is my kind of country

Now were up in the mornin' with a coffee pot

Off to work to a dead end job

But you won't hear us sing the blues

Come Friday at five well we all get paid

Now were off to the lake on Saturday

Time to light up my barbecue

If you feel like me

Let me hear you say

Hey

If you feel like me if you feel like me

Let me hear you say

Hey

This is my kind of country

I drifted in a Waffle House when I went south

Never had a Oregon apple 'til they put it in my mouth

Mud boggin' in Texas brisket heaven

Some apple pie shine from Bootleg Kevin

John on the dairy still copin' the can

It's tomato season so you won't see Dan

Little Cole on the Gator tear it up again

Blue collar built proud Americans

I'm on a pontoon boat Lake Normand again

D**n fishin' derby got me up early again

Little Ronnie got pipes on his Chevy again

And you can bet this is my kind of country man

It's fair time and their packin' it in

Everybody got a Slurpee full of Jack or gin

Take a drive on the five yeah 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 to work to a dead end job

But you won't hear us sing the blues

Come Friday at five well we all get paid

Now were off to the lake on Saturday

Time to light up my barbecue

If you feel like me

Let me hear you say

Hey

If you feel like me if you feel like me

Let me hear you say

Hey

This is my kind of country