The Kind
 (Steve Earle)

 Tell me a story 'bout a fella with a crazy dream
 Everybody tells him that it won't amount to anything
 He fires the shot heard around the world
 He wins the prize and he gets the girl
 That's the kind of story I like – the kind that makes you think

 Sing me a song about a cowboy with an achin' heart
 Ridin' along the lonesome prairie 'bout to fall apart
 Every time those doggies moan
 He doesn't feel so all alone
 That's the kind of song that I like – the kind that breaks your heart

 Paint me a picture of a girl with a secret smile
 Lookin' back at ya 'cross the years through ancient eyes
 You're standin' there like an open door
 'Cause she's seen it all before
 That's the kind of picture I like – the kind that makes you sigh