This Kinda Life

[Verse 1]
Beat-up boots by the front door
Mud from last week still there
Coffee gone cold on the counter
Gas light blinking
I don’t care
Long roads
Small-town paychecks
Same bar
Same four walls
But somehow in this same old story
You make it feel ten feet tall
[Chorus]
This kinda life
Dollar short
Day late
Rust on the truck
But we still roll straight
Yeah
This kinda love
Ain’t fancy
But it shines
On a tailgate night under tired power lines
If it’s me and you
Through the wrong and the right
I could do forever in
This kinda life
[Verse 2]
Pay stubs stuck in the visor
Red dust under my rings
You laugh
Say “baby
We’re rich”
In all the realest things
Hand-me-down house on a back lot
Mailbox leaning in the clay
Might never make some big list
But we’re making it anyway
[Chorus]
This kinda life
Dollar short
Day late
Rust on the truck
But we still roll straight
Yeah
This kinda love
Ain’t fancy
But it shines
On a tailgate night under tired power lines
If it’s me and you
Through the wrong and the right
I could do forever in
This kinda life
[Bridge]
Maybe we won’t hit that big screen (oh yeah)
Or hear our name in those bright seats
But you in my shirt on a Sunday
Feels bigger than any dream
[Chorus]
This kinda life
Dollar short
Day late
Rust on the truck
But we still roll straight
Yeah
This kinda love
Ain’t fancy
But it shines
On a tailgate night under tired power lines
If it’s me and you
For the rest of my time
I’ll keep choosing
Keep choosing
This kinda life

rock, Anthemic late-90s alt-country meets modern pop-country: jangly electric guitars over steady programmed low-end and crisp drums, warm male vocals up front. Verses stay tight and rhythmic with muted strums and subtle organ; chorus explodes with layered gang vocals, octave guitars, and big tom fills. Middle eight dials back to half-time and airy pads before a final, shouted chorus., alternative country, male vocals, rhythmic, country rock, pop, country, electric