Tom: E
E
My kind of country has a Trump and a JFK (ooh sunshine)
A
E
An N-double-ACP and a NRA (ooh sunshine)
A
C#m
My kind of country has a place where the buffalo roam
B
A
E
A Buddy Guy, old Biggie and a Sly and the Family Stone
E
A
E
My kind of country has a George Jones, crazy and wild
A
E
Drinking White Lightning like it was going out of style
A
C#m
My kind of country has a Waylon on a nicotine high
B
A
E
Back when he was the only daddy that would walk the line
A
I like it loud, I like it real
E
With a little bit of fiddle and a cowboy picking some steel guitar
A
I like it proud but it's gotta feel
B
Somewhere between Muscle Shoals and Bakersfield
C#m
A
E
I like it funky with a whole lotta blues and soul (whole lotta blues and soul)
E
B
E
My kind of country sounds a lot like rock 'n' roll (yeah, yeah, hey)
A
E
A
B
E
E
A
E
My kind of music, you know I'd play it for free (oh yeah)
A
E
But it sure sound better with the record man paying me
A
C#m
My kind of music give the people what they deserve
B
* A
* E
'Cause money is the devil and fame is a four-letter word (oh yeah)
A
I like it loud, I like it real
E
It's gotta make you shake, your feet stomp, and your hands clap (ooh-ooh)
A
I like it proud but it's got to feel (got to feel)
B
Like a backyard summer lawn or a honky tonk bar in the back
C#m
A
E
I like it funky like some old-school rolling stone (rolling stone, yeah)
E
B
E
My kinda country sounds a lot like rock 'n' roll (oh yeah, yeah)
B
A
E
A
My kinda country sounds a lot like rock 'n' roll (oh yeah)
A
E
B
E
*
Hey-hey-hey, rock 'n' roll (oh, oh yeah)