Song Lyrics

If you're livin' for the weekend
Boss man breathin' down your neck then I'm with you
If a cold beer tastes better on a tailgate
If you still think Hank is cool
If you live more Walmart than Wall Street
And you love to hear a Harley roar
Then stand up and scream

Then you're my kind of crowd
If you ain't gonna leave till they throw you out
If you crank it up when the sun goes down
Then you're my kind, my kind of crowd

I ain't the country club type
Always thought a black-tie fit a little too tight around my neck
Botox, ballet, sushi bar, champagne
Hell no, I ain't too impressed
But if you love a kickass bar and band
And you love to wear your cowboys cap then throw up your hands

You're my kind of crowd
If you ain't gonna leave till they throw you out
If you stand up and fight for your hometown
Then you're my kind, my kind of crowd

And if you love your mama, work hard for every dollar
Then let me hear you holler right now
And if you don't do dress codes, you like dim lights and thick smoke
Well then all my amigos, gather round

You're my kind of crowd
If the cops have ever showed up at your house
Telling you to turn your music down
Then you're my kind, my kind of crowd
If you ain't gonna leave till they throw you out
Hell if you tell the world you're country loud and proud
Then you're my kind, my kind of crowd

Ashley Gorley, Wade Kirby, Bryan Simpson, Wade Allen Kirby, Ashley Glenn Gorley

The duration of My Kind of Crowd is 3:27 minutes and seconds.