My Kind Of Country

I don't mess with the monkeyLet him roll right off my backI fly like a bee to the honiesTurn a bar to an all out love shackCan I get an amen, a hallelujahA little splash of the Coke in my Black JackDon't let this black-tie fool yaI'm a down home groover, a midnight moverChorus:Give me and my bulldogSitting on the front porchOld man Willie be banging on the G-chordLittle girlfriend cooking up a chickenSipping on the liquor, everybody listening'Round here got the laid back low-downLittle bit of Waylon, whole lot of MotownMight sound just a little bit funkyBut hey ya'll, that's my kind of countryI ain't hearing no lip son, drag yaIn the dirt like Tonka toy, boyWe don't play that where I come fromHell yeah, I'm a momma's boyGive me and my bulldogSitting on the front porchOld man Willie be banging on the G-chordLittle girlfriend cooking up a chickenSipping on the liquor, everybody listening'Round here got the laid back low-downLittle bit of Waylon, whole lot of MotownMight sound just a little bit funkyBut hey ya'll, that's my kind of countryGive me and my bulldogSitting on the front porchOld man Willie be banging on the G-chordLittle girlfriend cooking up a chickenSipping on the liquor, everybody listening'Round here got the laid back low-downLittle bit of Waylon, whole lot of MotownMight sound just a little bit funkyBut hey ya'll, that's my kind of countryIt's my kind of country