You might find us early, sun rising, tractor driving, growing your greens Staying alive, working nine to five, just living that American dream We're the plumbers and the preachers, the pre-K teachers, the mailmen in your neighborhood It don't matter what we do, we damn sure do it good My kind of folk buy beer on Friday, get right on Saturday night We're all good people, spend Sunday under steeple, come Monday we'll be right on time There ought to be a law against working this hard and still having this much fun We get it done, drink a beer, catch a fish, hunt a deer And then we'll fire up a little smoke, me and my kind of folk There's a whiff of southern wind, singing in a red sun, sinking back beneath a grove of oak trees We're taking it slow, easy come, easy go, we're counting real corrosive food I ain't saying it's right what we're living like, but it feels pretty hard to be Yeah, my kind of folk buy beer on Friday, get right on Saturday night We're all good people, spend Sunday under steeple, come Monday we'll be right on time There ought to be a law against working this hard and still having this much fun We get it done, drink a beer, catch a fish, hunt a deer And then we'll fire up a little smoke, me and my kind of folk All my kind of folks buy beer on Friday, get right on Saturday night We're all good people, spend Sunday under steeple, come Monday we'll be right on time There ought to be a law against working this hard and still having this much fun We get it done, drink a beer, catch a fish, hunt a deer And then we'll fire up a little smoke, me and my kind of folk All me and my kind of folk All me and my kind of folk All me and my kind of folk All me and my kind of folk