Dylan Scott Me And My Kind

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If you're clocking out late
And clocking in early
If you're shining up that truck
Just to get it dirty
If you're working on a poor case
Out in the poor-boy pines
I bet you're one of me and my kind.

If you're pushing down that seed
To cut it when it's tall
If you're fishing in the spring
Hunting in the fall
Got faith in that man
That turned water into wine
I bet you're one of me and my kind.

My kind of people
From my kind of town
With them kinda of roots that run a hundred years down
If you live that kinda life between them two county lines
I bet you're one of me and my kind
Me and my kind.

If you knock the rust off your soul
When you take a two-lane lap
If you get up off your ass
When they fly that flag
If you already know
A country boy can survive
I bet you're one of me and my kind.

My kind of people
From my kind of town
With them kinda of roots that run a hundred years down
If you live that kinda life between them two county lines
I bet you're one of me and my kind
Me and my kind.

Me and my kind
Me and my kind
Look around look around
We getting harder to find yeah...

My kind of people
From my kind of town
With them kinda of roots that run a hundred years down
If you live that kinda life between them two county lines
I bet you're one of me and my kind
Me and my kind.

Look around look around we getting harder to find
Me and my kind.