My Favorite Kind of Country
when I hear Kenny Chesney strumming on that old guitar
I know Im not far
from a beach with white sand
and a margarita in each hand
It wont be long
Till I think of your favorite song
You were my favorite kind of Country
Those memories start coming back
And all that I lack
But when I drink strawberry wine
I'll play Kenny One last time
You were my favorite kind of Country
Camping out in the bed of your old ford truck
Getting trough the day with a bit of luck
Kisses as sweet as sugar cane
And long walks down heatherwood lane
Tim Mcgraw said it best when he said your my kind of rain
You were my favorite kind of Country
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