My Kind Of Song


Stuck in traffic on my way out of town

The music's playing but it's way down

It's awful pretty but it don't say a thing to me

The singer don't know the working mans blues

And he wants to sound like he was born to lose

But all I hear is a poor man melody

My kind of song sing's about the facts of life

I want words of wisdom and don't care how they rhyme

If it's got the heart to tell the truth I'll sing along

Call it what you want but that's my kind of song

My heroes talk about the real things

Johnny Walker verses King James

The price of cheating or the cost of a happy home

They made music that could make me feel

Tears of laughter to ice cold chills

So don't water down what I was raised up on

At the end of the second time through Chours Put

I'm talking strait to jones that's my kind of song