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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 SongtexteWhen 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 Aus Songtexte Mania