He lived by just a few rules
Had a shoulder you can lean on
he knew where it all came from
My kind of people are the ones
My kind of people know how
But they know it ain't all about a dollar
There ought to be a sign when you roll up
Welcome to the home of the red letter,
white picket, blue collar
white picket, blue collar
My mama did a lot with the little
She always had an extra spot at the table
there was always a lesson learned
He said, keep your chains,
And you can tell the tree
by the fruit it's growing
My kind of people are the ones
My kind of people know how
But they know it ain't all about a dollar
There ought to be a sign when you roll up
The red letter, white picket,
When I feel like I'm losing my mind
And my heart needs a place to unwind
Yeah, those are my kind, those are my kind
My kind of people are the ones
go to church in the same blue jeans
My kind of people know how to live
what they say and say what they mean
but they know it ain't all about a dollar
There ought to be a sign when you roll up
Welcome to the home of the red letter,
white picket, blue collar
Yeah, that's a red, light,
and white, pinky blue collar
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