[Intro] Your laugh’s like a lantern, lighting up the night, And I’m burnin’ slow in your amber light. [Verse 1] There’s a dust trail winding where the river bends, A pickup heartbeat where the gravel ends. Your laugh cuts the air like a fiddle string, Underneath that southern sky, it’s a reckless thing. You’re my kind of country, wild and free, Every sunset feels like home to me. [Pre-Chorus] Barefoot on the timber bridge, Whiskey sweet on your lips. [Chorus] You’re my kind of country, my moonshine kisses, Horseback rides, and dirt road wishes. Telling stories by the campfire’s glow, Catching fireflies in the fields we know. Slow dancing in the barn, the radio plays, Making love in the hay bales, lost in the sway. You’re my kind of country, my forever refrain. [Bridge] The creek’s runnin’ low, but the stars run high, We’ve got a jar of that homemade fire, no need to lie. Bare feet in the dirt, the crickets hum a tune, And you’re lookin’ at me like the harvest moon. Your voice is the echo, soft through the pines, And your kiss is a spark, igniting the time. [Verse 2] Fishing poles leaning on the cypress tree, The world melts away when it’s you and me. The crickets hum a tune, soft and low, While the stars waltz above in their country show. The old barn creaks, but it holds us tight, Two shadows tangled in the soft candlelight. The hay smells sweet, the wind hums low, Your touch is the river, steady and slow. [Pre-Chorus] Your hand fits mine just like a glove, In the rhythm of the night, I’m falling in love. [Chorus] You’re my kind of country, my moonshine kisses, Horseback rides, and dirt road wishes. Telling stories by the campfire’s glow, Catching fireflies in the fields we know. Slow dancing in the barn, the radio plays, Making love in the hay bales, lost in the sway. You’re my kind of country, my forever refrain. [Outro] Every ripple on the lake, every pine that leans, Carries your name, stitched in my dreams. You're my kind of country, my fire in the dark. You're my kind of country, beneath that rising moon.
