My Kind Of Country Lyrics

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
Give me and my bulldog, sitting on the front porch Old man Willie be bangin' 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 wailin', whole lot of mo' town Might sound just a little bit funky But, hey y'all, that's my kind of country
I ain't hearing no lip son Dragging 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 bangin' 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 wailin', whole lot of mo' town Might sound just a little bit funky But, hey y'all, that's my kind of country
Give me and my bulldog, sitting on the front porch Old man Willie be bangin' 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 wailin', whole lot of mo' town Might sound just a little bit funky But, hey y'all, that's my kind of country
It's my kind of country, hey