Take me down where the beer is cold, the fish get fried and the fireflies glow
Roll me down an old out of town road, show me where the river runs
I need a break from the loud and the mad and the fast interstates and the big town
I'm just a down home sick trying to make a buck, boy looking for a little slow down
Need to trade a skyscraper for a silo, couple stoplights 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 out of town road, show me where the river runs
Somewhere the dirt will stain your boat
Your soul's red like the words I was raised up on
Back porch at night, singing with the crickets
That kind of life is my kind of living
Yeah, that kind of life is my kind of living
Yeah, that kind of life is my kind of living
Yeah, I've been throwing windshield waves at strangers in the other lane
But they never come back
Never way back
It's all y'all and yonder rolling 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 out of town road, show me where the river runs
Somewhere the dirt will stain your boat
Your soul's red like the words I was raised up on


Facing your light and cast iron skillets
That kind of life is my kind of living
Yeah, that kind of life is my kind of living
Yeah, that kind of life is my kind of living
If I ain't built a house on a hill out there
By the time I take my last breath
Putting me in a pine box saying,
Take me down where the beer is cold, the fish get fried and the fireflies glow
Roll me down an old out of town road, show me where the river runs
Somewhere the dirt will stain your blue soul's red
Like the words I was raised up on
Leave my head stoned with one thing written
That kind of life is my kind of living


That kind of life is my kind of living
Yeah, that kind of life is my kind of living