My Kind of Country

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 have 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 we're 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 five when we all get paid

Now we're 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

My, my, my Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levy but the levy was dry

Couple good ol' boys drinkin' homemade shine

Now we're 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

But Free Bird's still my favorite song

Singin' "Sweet Home California" all summer long

And when the sun goes 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 we're 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 five when we all get paid

Now we're 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'm sittin' in a Waffle House when I went south

Never had an 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 Bill, proud Americans

I'm on a pontoon boat, Lake Norman again

Damn fishin' derby got me up early again

Little Ronnie got pipes on the Chevy again

You can bet this is my kinda country man

It's fair time and they're packin' it in

Everybody got a Slurpee full of Jack or gin

Take a drive on the 5 yeah I like what I see

I guess you could say this is my kind of country

Now we're 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 five when we all get paid

Now we're 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