Lyrics
I got that real good feel good stuff
Up under the seat of my big black jacked up truck
Rollin' on 35s
Pretty girl by my side
You got that sun tan skirt and boots
Waiting on you to look my way and scoot
Your little hot self over here
Girl hand me another beer, yeah!
All them other boys wanna wind you up and take you downtown
But you look like the kind that likes to take it way out
Out where the corn rows grow, row, row my boat
Floatin’ down the Flint River, catch us up a little catfish dinner
Gonna sound like a winner, when I lay you down and love you right
Yeah, that’s my kind of night!
Might sit down on my diamond plate tailgate
Put in my country rock hip-hop mixtape
Little Conway, a little T-Pain, might just make it rain
You can hang your t-shirt on a limb
Hit that bank and we can ease on in
Soak us up a little moonlight
You know I know what you like, yeah!
All them other boys wanna wind you up and take you downtown
But you look like the kind that likes to take it way out
Out where the corn rows grow, row, row my boat
Floatin’ down the Flint River, catch us up a little catfish dinner
Gonna sound like a winner, when I lay you down and love you right
Yeah, that’s my kind of night!
Yeah, that’s my kind of night!
My kind of your kind of its this kind of night
We dance in the dark and your lips land on mine
Gonna get our love on
Time to get our buzz on
All them other boys wanna wind you up and take you downtown
But you look like the kind that likes to take it way out
Out where the corn rows grow, row, row my boat
Floatin’ down the Flint River, catch us up a little catfish dinner
Gonna sound like a winner, when I lay you down and love you right
Yeah, that’s my kind of night!
Yeah, that’s my kind of night!
Yeah, that’s my kind of night!
Yeah, that’s my kind of night!
Come on...
Up under the seat of my big black jacked up truck
Rollin' on 35s
Pretty girl by my side
You got that sun tan skirt and boots
Waiting on you to look my way and scoot
Your little hot self over here
Girl hand me another beer, yeah!
All them other boys wanna wind you up and take you downtown
But you look like the kind that likes to take it way out
Out where the corn rows grow, row, row my boat
Floatin’ down the Flint River, catch us up a little catfish dinner
Gonna sound like a winner, when I lay you down and love you right
Yeah, that’s my kind of night!
Might sit down on my diamond plate tailgate
Put in my country rock hip-hop mixtape
Little Conway, a little T-Pain, might just make it rain
You can hang your t-shirt on a limb
Hit that bank and we can ease on in
Soak us up a little moonlight
You know I know what you like, yeah!
All them other boys wanna wind you up and take you downtown
But you look like the kind that likes to take it way out
Out where the corn rows grow, row, row my boat
Floatin’ down the Flint River, catch us up a little catfish dinner
Gonna sound like a winner, when I lay you down and love you right
Yeah, that’s my kind of night!
Yeah, that’s my kind of night!
My kind of your kind of its this kind of night
We dance in the dark and your lips land on mine
Gonna get our love on
Time to get our buzz on
All them other boys wanna wind you up and take you downtown
But you look like the kind that likes to take it way out
Out where the corn rows grow, row, row my boat
Floatin’ down the Flint River, catch us up a little catfish dinner
Gonna sound like a winner, when I lay you down and love you right
Yeah, that’s my kind of night!
Yeah, that’s my kind of night!
Yeah, that’s my kind of night!
Yeah, that’s my kind of night!
Come on...
Review
Luke Bryan‘s
new single ‘That’s My Kind of Night’ promises to be his most
controversial release to date. The singer goes all-in on the country-rap
style that — despite loud objections from traditionalists — is covering
the radio like kudzu. He sounds both horribly out of place and right at
home.
Lyrically, the trio of songwriters have put together a story that relies on every imaginable hip-hop and country cliche. Big tires, a feel-good bottle of booze, corn rows (on a farm, not a human head), superstar name checks, love under the moonlight and bling … there’s hardly an original thought in this song. Most aren’t even original to Bryan’s catalog.
The chorus goes: “All them other boys wanna wind you up and take you downtown / But you look like the kind that likes to take it way out / Out where the corn rows grow, row, row my boat / Floatin’ down the Flint River, catch us up a little catfish dinner / Gonna sound like a winner, winner when I lay you down and love you right / Yeah, that’s my kind of night.”
(Note to communities along Georgia’s Flint River: boost your tourism budget, because after this third name check in a country single since 2008, things are about to get real.)
There is something wonderfully charming about Bryan’s performance, however, and despite one ill-advised “uh-uh” early in the intro, the production comes across as corny-cool. Bryan makes a living with corny-cool.
“Might sit down on my diamond plate tailgate / Put in my country ride hip-hop mixtape / Little Conway, a little T-Pain, might just make it rain,” he sings in the second verse, before the clothes start coming off.
“You can hang your t-shirt on a limb / Hit that bank and we can ease on in / Soak us up a little moonlight / You know I know what you like, yeah.”
‘That’s My Kind of Night’ is an eye-roller from start to finish, but Bryan’s absolute commitment makes it tolerable, if not enjoyable in the right setting. So far, only Brantley Gilbert has been able to pen a hip-hop-influenced single that finds that sweet spot between the two genres. With the right song down the road, Bryan could give the mixup a real chance to thrive on country radio.
Lyrically, the trio of songwriters have put together a story that relies on every imaginable hip-hop and country cliche. Big tires, a feel-good bottle of booze, corn rows (on a farm, not a human head), superstar name checks, love under the moonlight and bling … there’s hardly an original thought in this song. Most aren’t even original to Bryan’s catalog.
The chorus goes: “All them other boys wanna wind you up and take you downtown / But you look like the kind that likes to take it way out / Out where the corn rows grow, row, row my boat / Floatin’ down the Flint River, catch us up a little catfish dinner / Gonna sound like a winner, winner when I lay you down and love you right / Yeah, that’s my kind of night.”
(Note to communities along Georgia’s Flint River: boost your tourism budget, because after this third name check in a country single since 2008, things are about to get real.)
There is something wonderfully charming about Bryan’s performance, however, and despite one ill-advised “uh-uh” early in the intro, the production comes across as corny-cool. Bryan makes a living with corny-cool.
“Might sit down on my diamond plate tailgate / Put in my country ride hip-hop mixtape / Little Conway, a little T-Pain, might just make it rain,” he sings in the second verse, before the clothes start coming off.
“You can hang your t-shirt on a limb / Hit that bank and we can ease on in / Soak us up a little moonlight / You know I know what you like, yeah.”
‘That’s My Kind of Night’ is an eye-roller from start to finish, but Bryan’s absolute commitment makes it tolerable, if not enjoyable in the right setting. So far, only Brantley Gilbert has been able to pen a hip-hop-influenced single that finds that sweet spot between the two genres. With the right song down the road, Bryan could give the mixup a real chance to thrive on country radio.
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