Tekster:
Van Zant My Kind Of Country

my kind of country Roots run deep as they come My kind of country Backyard BBQ, get you some That?s my kind of country Roots run deep as they come In my kind of country

Verse Sign on the wall said no dancin' on the tables She never lets the rules get in her way No, she don't She got da whole joint jumpin' and goin' crazy, ha ha ha She grabbed my

She found that diamond bracelet in the window of a jewelry store downtown Oh no She said I like the way it sparkles as she kissed me and I pulled my

look back on this crazy life At least I know I got one thing right If all I ever get to do Is to get to call you my friend, my old friend

He?s got a mountain of bills; he?s got dirt on his hands There?s been three generations that?s been working the land Hears his granddaddy?s ghost saying

My kind of country Camouflage, hunting dogs, good clean fun That?s my kind of country Roots run deep as they come My kind of country Backyard BBQ, get you some That?s my kind of country

me one tomorrow With my dead hand on the throttle Feeling like a train Pulling at the strain Always got an uphill track With the world on my back Pouring