Kid Rock - My Kind Of Country lyrics

My kind of country has a Trump and a JFK
(ooh sunshine)
An N double-ACP and a NRA (ooh sunshine)
My kind of country has a
Place where the buffalo roam
A Buddy Guy
Old Biggie and a Sly and the Family Stone

My kind of country has a George Jones
Crazy and wild
Drinking White Lightning like it was
Going out of style
My kind of country has a
Waylon on a nicotine high
Back when he was the only daddy
That would walk the line

I like it loud, I like it real
With a little bit of fiddle and
A cowboy picking some steel guitar
I like it proud but it's gotta feel
Somewhere between Muscle Shoals
And Bakersfield

I like it funky with a
Whole lotta blues and soul
(whole lotta blues and soul)
My kind of country sounds a
Lot like rock 'n' roll
(yeah, yeah, hey)

My kind of music
You know I'd play it for free
(oh yeah)
But it sure sound better with
The record man paying me
My kind of music give the
People what they deserve
'Cause money is the devil and fame
Is a four letter word
(oh yeah)

I like it loud, I like it real
It's gotta make you shake, your feet stomp
And your hands clap
(ooh ooh)
I like it proud but it's got to feel
(got to feel)
Like a or a honky tonk bar in the back

I like it funky like
Some old-school rolling stone
(rolling stone, yeah)
My kinda country sounds a lot
Like rock 'n' roll
(oh yeah, yeah)
My kinda country sounds a lot
Like rock 'n' roll
(oh yeah)
Hey-hey-hey rock 'n' roll (oh, oh yeah)