If you're clocking out late

And clocking in early

If you're shining up that truck

Just to get it dirty

If you're working on a poor case

Out in the poor-boy pines

I bet you're one of me and my kind.

If you're pushing down that seed

To cut it when it's tall

If you're fishing in the spring

Hunting in the fall

Got faith in that man

That turned water into wine

I bet you're one of me and my kind.

My kind of people

From my kind of town

With them kinda of roots that run a hundred years down

If you live that kinda life between them two county lines

I bet you're one of me and my kind

Me and my kind.

If you knock the rust off your soul

When you take a two-lane lap

If you get up off your ass

When they fly that flag

If you already know

A country boy can survive

I bet you're one of me and my kind.

My kind of people

From my kind of town

With them kinda of roots that run a hundred years down

If you live that kinda life between them two county lines

I bet you're one of me and my kind

Me and my kind.

Me and my kind

Me and my kind

Look around look around

We getting harder to find yeah...

My kind of people

From my kind of town

With them kinda of roots that run a hundred years down

If you live that kinda life between them two county lines

I bet you're one of me and my kind

Me and my kind.

Look around look around we getting harder to find

Me and my kind.