My Kinda Livin’ (HARDY feat. Hunter Phelps, Jameson Rodgers)

Take me down where the beer is cold

The fish get fried and the fire flies glow

Roll me down an old outta town road

Show me where the river runs

I need a break from the loud and the mad

And the fast interstates and a big town

I'm just a down home sick, tryna make a buck boy

Lookin' for a little slow down

Need to trade a skyscraper for a silo

Couple stop lights, only three or four five-O's

Need to hear a little ma'am after no

And pump before you pay at the Texaco

Take me down where the beer is cold

The fish get fried and the fire flies glow

Roll me down an old outta town road

Show me where the river runs

Somewhere, the dirt will stain your boot soles

Red like the words I was raised up on

Back porch at night singin' with the crickets

That kinda life is my kinda livin', yeah

Yeah, that kinda life is my kinda livin'

Yeah, that kinda life is my kinda livin'

Yeah, I've been throwin' windshield waves

At strangers in the other lane, but they never wave back

It's all y'all and yonder rollin' off my lips

I need a trip where people still say that

Less busy, more laid-back

Take me down where the beer is cold

The fish get fried and the fire flies glow

Roll me down an old outta town road

Show me where the river runs

Somewhere, the dirt will stain your boot soles

Red like the words I was raised up on

Mason jar lightin', cast iron skillets

That kinda life is my kinda livin'

Yeah, that kinda life is my kinda livin'

Yeah, that kinda life is my kinda livin'

If I ain't built a house on a hill out there

By the time I take my last breath

Put me in a pine box, say a little prayer

And fulfill my last request

(Take me down) take me down where the beer is cold

The fish get fried, and the fire flies glow (where the fire flies glow)

Roll me down an old outta town road