Some people like living in a concrete city And some people don't think these tobacco fields look pretty But some people see heaven when they look around And some people know just what I'm talking 'bout
If you got a y'all in your draw that you just can't help Ain't afraid to get a little dirt under your nails From digging in the ground, ground turns into cash, cash turns into whiskey in your glass If some little small town raised you right But you're about to tear it out up tonight You're my kinda people Yeah, you're my kinda people
Causes my people just need a field a fire and a 4X4 And my people could kill a Saturday fishin' with a couple tall boys And I know everybody's collar ain't quite that blue There's a whole lot of people that don't understand but there's a hell of a lot that do
If you got a y'all in your draw that you just can't help Ain't afraid to get a little dirt under your nails From digging in the ground, ground turns into cash, cash turns into whiskey in your glass If some little small town raised you right But you're about to tear it out up tonight You're my kinda people
If you got a y'all in your draw that you just can't help Ain't afraid to get a little dirt under your nails From digging in the ground, ground turns into cash, cash turns into whiskey in your glass If some little small town raised you right But you're about to tear it out up tonight You're my kinda people Yeah, you're my kinda people Yeah, you're my kinda peopleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
