Our Kind Hayden Coffman (Ft. Chase Matthew)

[Verse 1: Hayden Coffman]
If you get a paycheck every two weeks, spend it on beer and gasoline
Down at your local Texaco
If ever got caught running from the cops doing burnouts on the black top
But they know your mama, so they let you go
Got a couple cars in the yard that don't run
Just rust buckets that ya use for parts
And if your Friday night's for football and you call your town small
And everybody knows you at your bar

[Chorus: Hayden Coffman]
You're one of our kind like a little bit of 'shine
Livin' way back in the pines 'neath the Mason-Dixon line
Like sippin' on some whiskey swishin' in your Dixie cup
And circled up trucks by a fire
And if you got some dirt roads back home
And your twang sounds a little like mine, you're one of our kind

[Interlude: Hayden Coffman]
Talk to 'em, Chase

[Verse 2: Chase Matthew]
If your back porch has a screen door and every five miles got a dollar store
And the water tower says "Go Blue" for them state champs in '02
Your hand-me-down Ford's got four muddy Michelins
Chipped paint and a couple dents