My Kind of Country

My kind of country has a Trump and a JFK (ooh, sunshine) An NAACP and a NRA (ooh, sunshine) My kind of country has a place where the buffalo roam A Buddy Guy, a Biggie and a Sly and the Family Stone My kind of country has a George Jones, crazy and wild Drinking White Lightning like it was going out of style My kind of country has a Waylon on a nicotine high Back when he was the only daddy that would walk the line I like it loud, I like it real With a little bit of fiddle And a cowboy picking some steel guitar I like it proud but it's gotta feel Somewhere between Muscle Shoals and Bakersfield I like it funky with a whole lotta blues and soul (Whole lotta blues and soul) My kind of country sounds a lot like rock 'n' roll (Yeah, yeah, hey) One time My kind of music, you know I'd play it for free (oh, yeah) But it sure sound better with the record man paying me My kind of music give the people what they deserve 'Cause money is the devil and fame is a four-letter word (oh, yeah) I like it loud, I like it real It's gotta make you shake, your feet stomp And your hands clap (ooh-ooh) I like it proud but it's got to feel (got to feel) Like a packed summer lawn a honky tonk bar in the back I like it funky like some old-school Rolling Stones (Rolling Stones, yeah) My kinda country sounds a lot like rock 'n' roll (oh yeah, yeah) My kinda country sounds a lot like rock 'n' roll (oh yeah) Hey-hey-hey, rock 'n' roll (oh, oh yeah) --- My Kind Of Country - Kid Rock