Randy Houser - My Kind of Country 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