My Kinda Livin’ HARDY (Ft. Hunter Phelps & Jameson Rodgers)

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[Chorus: HARDY]
Take me down where the beer is cold
The fish get fried and the fireflies glow
Roll me down an old outta town road
Show me where the river runs

[Verse 1: HARDY]
I need a break from the loud and the mad
And the fast interstates and a big town
I'm just a down-homesick, tryna-make-a-buck boy
Lookin’ for a little slow down
Need to trade a skyscraper for a silo
Couple stop lights, only three or four or five-oh
Need to hear a little "ma'am" after "no"
And pump before you pay at the Texaco

[Chorus: HARDY]
Take me down where the beer is cold
The fish get fried and the fireflies glow
Roll me down an old outta town road
Show me where the river runs
Somewhere the dirt'll stain your boot soles
Red like the words I was raised up on
Back porch at night, singin’ with the crickets
That kinda life is my kinda livin', yeah
Yeah, that kinda life is my kinda livin'
Yeah, that kinda life is my kinda livin'