Some folks like their alcohol in shades of blue and pink
Serve em with umbrellas sticking up out of their drink
Orange twist, a lemon slice, some cherries and a lime
I like the other kind

Every other record on the juke box at the club
Is a tender sappy song about how much someone's in love
When it comes to music that ain't what's on my mind
I like the other kind

Nothing fancy or pretentious, something raw, something real
The kind of thing that makes you think you got an honest deal
c little rough around the edges, a little grit, a little grime
Whiskey with a whiskey chaser every single time

Some guys take a pickup truck and cover it with chrome'
Paint it candy apple red and leave it parked at home
If you have to take your boots off ‘fore you get inside
I like the other kind

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Nothing fancy or pretentious, something raw, something real
The kind of thing that makes you think you got an honest deal
c little rough around the edges, a little grit, a little grime
Whiskey with a whiskey chaser every single time

Some guys want a woman who is pedigreed and pure
Blushes at a cuss word always perfect and demure
One who will sit quietly and never speak her mind
I like the other kind
I like the other kind