paroles de chanson My Kind of Country - Randy Houser
I
don't
mess
with
the
monkey
Let
him
roll
right
off
my
back
I
fly
like
a
bee
to
the
honies
Turn
a
bar
to
an
all
out
love
shack
Can
I
get
an
amen,
a
hallelujah
A
little
splash
of
the
Coke
in
my
Black
Jack
Don't
let
this
black-tie
fool
ya
I'm
a
down
home
groover,
a
midnight
mover
Give
me
and
my
bulldog
Sitting
on
the
front
porch
Old
man
Willie
be
banging
on
the
G-chord
Little
girlfriend
cooking
up
a
chicken
Sipping
on
the
liquor,
everybody
listening
'Round
here
got
the
laid
back
low-down
Little
bit
of
Waylon,
whole
lot
of
Motown
Might
sound
just
a
little
bit
funky
But
hey
ya'll,
that's
my
kind
of
country
I
ain't
hearing
no
lip
son,
drag
ya
In
the
dirt
like
Tonka
toy,
boy
We
don't
play
that
where
i
come
from
Hell
yeah,
I'm
a
momma's
boy
Give
me
and
my
bulldog
Sitting
on
the
front
porch
Old
man
Willie
be
banging
on
the
G-chord
Little
girlfriend
cooking
up
a
chicken
Sipping
on
the
liquor,
everybody
listening
'Round
here
got
the
laid
back
low-down
Little
bit
of
Waylon,
whole
lot
of
Motown
Might
sound
just
a
little
bit
funky
But
hey
ya'll,
that's
my
kind
of
country
Give
me
and
my
bulldog
Sitting
on
the
front
porch
Old
man
Willie
be
banging
on
the
G-chord
Little
girlfriend
cooking
up
a
chicken
Sipping
on
the
liquor,
everybody
listening
'Round
here
got
the
laid
back
low-down
Little
bit
of
Waylon,
whole
lot
of
Motown
Might
sound
just
a
little
bit
funky
But
hey
ya'll,
that's
my
kind
of
country
It's
my
kind
of
country
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