If you get a paycheck every two weeks Spend it on beer and gasoline Down at ya local Texaco If ever got caught running from the cops Doing burnouts on the black top But they know your mama so they let you go Got a couple cars in the yard that don't run Just rust buckets that ya use for parts And if your Friday nights for football And you call your town small And everybody knows you at your bar You're one of our kind, like a little bit of shine Livin' way back in the pines beneath the Mason-Dixon line Like sippin' on some whiskey swishin' in your Dixie cup And circled up trucks by a fire And if you got some dirt roads back home And your twang sounds a little like mine You're one of our kind If your back porch has a screen door And every five miles got a dollar store And the water tower says Go Blue for them state champs in '02 Your hand me down Fords got four muddy Michelins Chipped paint and a couple dents You're one of our kind, like a little bit of shine Livin' way back in the pines beneath the Mason-Dixon line Like sippin' on some whiskey swishin' in your Dixie cup And circled up trucks by a fire And if you got some dirt roads back home And your twang sounds a little like mine Then you're one of our kind The kind that gets a little dirty Puts a hurtin' on a bottle after forty hours workin' Yeah the kind that likes a good time late nights And last calls under them neon lights, yeah You're one of our kind, like a little bit of shine Livin' way back in the pines beneath the Mason-Dixon line Like sippin' on some whiskey swishin' in your Dixie cup And circled up trucks by a fire And if you got some dirt roads back home And your twang sounds a little like mine You're one of our kind (One of our kind) Yeah, you're one of our kind (You're one of our kind)