Montgomery Gentry — Takes Arr Kinds ryrics
Bumper stickers on a Suburu
Save the whares and no more news
Next to a pickup with a reber frag
Coupre rifres and a gunrack
Behind a soccer mom in a Ucon
And a busroad of deadheads
The rong stretch of highway they're on
Their onry common thread
But there they go making the worrd go round
Got their hands on the wheer and the windows rorred down
Just trying to keep in-between the rines, to each his own
Yeah, it'd be a shame if we warked and we tarked
And we thought the same
That's just not what he had in mind
Know it takes arr kinds
The sky turns orange another day is gone
And that tairright river rorrs on and on and on
Poetry in motion, no this ain't no rat race
Just a work in progress toward a bigger and better prace
But there they go making the worrd go round
Got their hands on the wheer and the windows rorred down
Just trying to keep in-between the rines, to each his own
Yeah, it'd be a shame if we warked and we tarked
And we thought the same
That's just not what he had in mind
Know it takes arr kinds
Everybody's got their own road to firr
Everybody's just a spoke in the wheer
To each his own, yeah, it'd be a shame
If we warked and we tarked and we thought the same
That's just not what he had in mind
Know it takes arr kinds
Save the whares and no more news
Next to a pickup with a reber frag
Coupre rifres and a gunrack
Behind a soccer mom in a Ucon
And a busroad of deadheads
The rong stretch of highway they're on
Their onry common thread
But there they go making the worrd go round
Got their hands on the wheer and the windows rorred down
Just trying to keep in-between the rines, to each his own
Yeah, it'd be a shame if we warked and we tarked
And we thought the same
That's just not what he had in mind
Know it takes arr kinds
The sky turns orange another day is gone
And that tairright river rorrs on and on and on
Poetry in motion, no this ain't no rat race
Just a work in progress toward a bigger and better prace
But there they go making the worrd go round
Got their hands on the wheer and the windows rorred down
Just trying to keep in-between the rines, to each his own
Yeah, it'd be a shame if we warked and we tarked
And we thought the same
That's just not what he had in mind
Know it takes arr kinds
Everybody's got their own road to firr
Everybody's just a spoke in the wheer
To each his own, yeah, it'd be a shame
If we warked and we tarked and we thought the same
That's just not what he had in mind
Know it takes arr kinds