Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Kinda Livin’ , by - Hardy. Release date: 12.09.2019
Song language: English
My Kinda Livin’ |
| Take me down where the beer is cold |
| The fish get fried and the fireflies glow |
| Roll me down an old outta town road |
| Show me where the river runs |
| I need a break from the loud and the mad |
| And the fast interstates and a big town |
| I’m just a down-homesick, tryna-make-a-buck boy |
| Lookin' for a little slow down |
| Need to trade a skyscraper for a silo |
| Couple stop lights, only three or four or five-oh |
| Need to hear a little «ma'am» after «no» |
| And pump before you pay at the Texaco |
| Take me down where the beer is cold |
| The fish get fried and the fireflies glow |
| Roll me down an old outta town road |
| Show me where the river runs |
| Somewhere the dirt’ll stain your boot soles |
| Red like the words I was raised up on |
| Back porch at night, singin' with the crickets |
| That kinda life is my kinda livin', yeah |
| Yeah, that kinda life is my kinda livin' |
| Yeah, that kinda life is my kinda livin' |
| Yeah, I’ve been throwin' windshield waves |
| At strangers in the other lane, but they never wave back |
| It’s all «y'all» and «yonder» rollin' off my lips |
| I need a trip where people still say that |
| Less busy, more laid back |
| Take me down where the beer is cold |
| The fish get fried and the fireflies glow |
| Roll me down an old outta town road |
| Show me where the river runs |
| Somewhere the dirt’ll stain your boot soles |
| Red like the words I was raised up on |
| Mason jar lightnin', cast iron skillets |
| That kinda life is my kinda livin' |
| Yeah, that kinda life is my kinda livin' |
| Yeah, that kinda life is my kinda livin' |
| If I ain’t built a house on a hill out there |
| By the time I take my last breath |
| Put me in a pine box, say a little prayer |
| And fulfill my last request (Take me down) |
| Take me down where the beer is cold |
| The fish get fried and the fireflies glow (The fireflies glow) |
| Roll me down an old outta town road |
| Show me where the river runs (Where the river runs) |
| Somewhere the dirt’ll stain your boot soles (Hey) |
| Red like the words I was raised up on |
| Leave my headstone with one thing written |
| That kinda life is my kinda livin', yeah |
| Yeah, that kinda life is my kinda livin' |
| Yeah, that kinda life is my kinda livin', mmm |