Tim Thurman – My Kinda People | Rock music review

Lyrics of Tim Thurman – My Kinda People

They’re the first ones to come when you call them up
When you need a lil’ pick up or ya get stuck in a rut
From a breakup and you’re moving out
If you need a lift to help carry that couch
Right on time they’ll be coming around with a six pack
Got your back, and get ya home if ya had too much

Yeah, my, my, my kinda people
Good times and good vibes all around
Keepin’ it real, keepin’ it simple
Blue jeans, and boots, kinda country crowd
Working for livin, not for the money
No sir, yes ma’am, thank ya honey
Friday night lights, Sunday church steeples
Thank God for my kinda people

You can find them driving more trucks than cars
Buying a round down at the local bar
grillin’ out, in the backyard, in the sunshine
They’re more fried chicken than fine dining
Trade city lights for the stars shining
Don’t need fortune, don’t need fame
Look ya in the eye with a handshake

Yeah, my, my, my kinda people
Good times and good vibes all around
Keepin’ it real, keepin’ it simple
Blue jeans, and boots, kinda country crowd
Working for livin, not for the money
No sir, yes ma’am, thank ya honey
Friday night lights, Sunday church steeples
Thank God for my kinda people

Yeah, my, my, my kinda people
My, my, my kinda people

Yeah, my, my, my kinda people
Good times and good vibes all around
Keepin’ it real, keepin’ it simple
Blue jeans, and boots, kinda country crowd
Working for livin, not for the money
No sir, yes ma’am, thank ya honey
Friday night lights, Sunday church steeples
Thank God for my kinda people

My, my, my kinda people
My, my, my kinda people