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.