My Kinda Folk Luke Combs

[Verse 1]
You might find us early sunrisin'
Tractor drivin', growin' your greens
Stayin' alive, workin' 9 to 5
Just livin' that American dream
We're the plumbers and the preachers
The pre-care teachers
The mailman in your neighbourhood
But it don't matter what we do
We damn sure do it good

[Chorus]
My kinda folk buy beer on Friday
Get right on Saturday night
We're all good people
Spend Sunday under steeple
Come Monday we'll be right on time
There oughta be a law against workin' this hard
And still havin' this much fun
We get it done, drink a beer
Catch a fish, hunt a deer
And then we'll firе up a little smoke
Me and my kinda folk

[Verse 2]
Thеre's a whip of southern wind singin'
And a red sun sinkin'
Back beneath a grove of oak trees
We're takin' it slow, easy come easy go
A county road philosophy
I ain't sayin' it's right, what we're livin' like
But it feels pretty hard to beat