Lyrics:

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

chorus
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