Don't get me wrong I love that mornin' fog rollin up off of the river
A dusty old speaker playing a Merle song while I'm drinking black label brown liquor
Bringin' down a buck in the middle of the rut from a tree stand back in the holler
The pride I get from a 40 hour cut earning every penny of my dollar
Those things are all fine and well
But they don't hold a candle in hell
Our kinda love is more than some feeling you get
It's a grindstone, hammer, and a chisel
Built up from nothing on a sound foundation that's set
Sharp as a knife like the stem of a thistle
Woah
You'll find out
There's dirt on buried treasure
Like coal under pressure
Sometimes it's kinda rough
But it's our kinda love
It ain't the pretty scene Hallmark makes you see every night when you're sitting by the TV
It's holding calloused hands, standin' by your man, now that's something worth keeping
That made up stuff is just kinda love, it's all a bunch of smoke and mirrors
Gotta burn to get the fire, even when you're tired, picture starts to get a little clearer
Our kinda love is more than some feeling you get
It's a grindstone, hammer, and a chisel
Built up from nothing on a sound foundation that's set
Sharp as a knife like the stem of a thistle
Woah
You'll find out
There's dirt on buried treasure
Like coal under pressure
Sometimes it's kinda rough
But it's our kinda love
Woah
You'll find out
Our kinda love is more than some feeling you get
It's a grindstone, hammer, and a chisel
Built up from nothing on a sound foundation that's set
Sharp as a knife like the stem of a thistle
Woah
You'll find out
There's dirt on buried treasure
Like coal under pressure
Sometimes it's kinda rough
But it's our kinda love
Our kinda love