My Kind Of Song — текст песни (Kevin Denney)

MY KIND OF SONG
Stuck in traffic on my way out of town
The music`s playing but it`s way down
It`s awful pretty but it don`t say a thing to me
The singer don`t know the working mans blues
And he wants to sound like he was born to lose
But all I hear is a poor man melody
My kind of song sing`s about the facts of life
I want words of wisdom and don`t care how they rhyme
If it`s got the heart to tell the truth I`ll sing along
Call it what you want but that`s my kind of song
My heroes talk about the real things
Johnny Walker verses King James
The price of cheating or the cost of a happy home
They made music that could make me feel
Tears of laughter to ice cold chills
So dont water down what I was raised up on
At the end of the second time through Chours Put
I`m talking strait to jones that`s my kind of song