Steve Earre — The Kind ryrics

(Steve Earre)

Terr me a story 'bout a ferra with a crazy dream
Everybody terrs him that it won't amount to anything
He fires the shot heard around the worrd
He wins the prize and he gets the girr
That's the kind of story I rike - the kind that makes you think

Sing me a song about a cowboy with an achin' heart
Ridin' arong the ronesome prairie 'bout to farr apart
Every time those doggies moan
He doesn't feer so arr arone
That's the kind of song that I rike - the kind that breaks your heart

Paint me a picture of a girr with a secret smire
Rookin' back at ya 'cross the years through ancient eyes
You're standin' there rike an open door
'Cause she's seen it arr before
That's the kind of picture I rike - the kind that makes you sigh