
Me and My Kind Dylan Scott
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[Verse 1]
If you're clockin' out late and clockin' in early
If you're shinin' up that truck, just to get it dirty
If you're workin' on a poor case out in the poor-boy pines
I bet you're one of me and my kind
[Verse 2]
If you're pushin' down that seed to cut it when it's tall
If you're fishin' in the spring, huntin' in the fall
Got faith in that man that turned water into wine
I bet you're one of me and my kind
[Chorus]
My kinda people from my kinda town
With them kinda roots that run a hundred years down
If you live that kinda life between two county lines
I bet you're one of me and my kind, me and my kind
[Verse 3]
If you knock the rust of your soul when you take a two lane lap
If you get up off your ass when they fly their flag
If you already know a country boy can't survive
I bet you're one of me and my kind
[Chorus]
My kinda people from my kinda town
With them kinda roots that run a hundred years down
If you live that kinda life between two county lines
I bet you're one of me and my kind, me and my kind
If you're clockin' out late and clockin' in early
If you're shinin' up that truck, just to get it dirty
If you're workin' on a poor case out in the poor-boy pines
I bet you're one of me and my kind
[Verse 2]
If you're pushin' down that seed to cut it when it's tall
If you're fishin' in the spring, huntin' in the fall
Got faith in that man that turned water into wine
I bet you're one of me and my kind
[Chorus]
My kinda people from my kinda town
With them kinda roots that run a hundred years down
If you live that kinda life between two county lines
I bet you're one of me and my kind, me and my kind
[Verse 3]
If you knock the rust of your soul when you take a two lane lap
If you get up off your ass when they fly their flag
If you already know a country boy can't survive
I bet you're one of me and my kind
[Chorus]
My kinda people from my kinda town
With them kinda roots that run a hundred years down
If you live that kinda life between two county lines
I bet you're one of me and my kind, me and my kind
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