My Favorite Kind of Country

when I hear Kenny Chesney strumming on that old guitar I know Im not far from a beach with white sand and a margarita in each hand It wont be long Till I think of your favorite song You were my favorite kind of Country Those memories start coming back And all that I lack But when I drink strawberry wine I'll play Kenny One last time You were my favorite kind of Country Camping out in the bed of your old ford truck Getting trough the day with a bit of luck Kisses as sweet as sugar cane And long walks down heatherwood lane Tim Mcgraw said it best when he said your my kind of rain You were my favorite kind of Country