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"Thanks For Listening" (2014)

Thanks For Listening lyrics - The Game (feat. Daniel Lee)

That six string dreams when I was a kid
Playing in the air guitar wishing I was a star
Just wanted a chance to stand up here
And play a few songs for ya all
Now when I look out and see all these smiles
After all these shows and all these miles
There's a feeling in my soul that makes it all worth

And I wanna say: Thanks! Thanks for listening
So just raise your beer let me hear you cheer
To all those friends that I'm missing
And I wanna say: Thanks for coming out tonight
You gotta sing along to your favorite song
and I hope ya all got a good time
And I wanna say: Thanks! Na-na-na
Thanks! Na-na-na
Thanks! Na-na-na
Thanks for listening

It ain't los on me that you made your choice
To love my songs and hear my voice
The Facebook nation call the radio station
Try to get all colt a few spin
Now speaking from the heart which is all I know
Every single night, every single show
Time to give thanks where thanks are due
You all more than fans you're my friends too

Thanks! Thanks for listening
So just raise your beer let me hear you cheer
To all those friends that I'm missing
And I wanna say: Thanks for coming out tonight
You gotta sing along to your favorite song and I hope ya all got a good time
I wanna say: Thanks! Na-na-na
Thanks! Na-na-na
Thanks! Na-na-na, thanks,
Thanks for listening
Na-na-na Na-na-na Na-na-na Na-na-na
Na-na-na Na-na-na Na-na-na Na-na-na

To my friends o Twitter try to find a babysitter
Girls car broke down and you gotta go get her
And all you gotta do is make it to the show
I wanna say: Thanks! Thanks for listening
So just raise your beer let me hear you cheer
To all those friends that I'm missing
And I wanna say: Thanks for coming out tonight
You gotta sing along to your favorite song and I hope ya all got a good time
I wanna say: Thanks! Na-na-na
Thanks! Na-na-na
Thanks! Na-na-na, thanks,
Thanks for listening
Thanks for listening
Thanks for listening
The fans make us how we are
You all the music
Thank ya all!
Thanks for listening!

She's Like lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Keith Urban)

Man she's... she's like everything you've ever.. you've ever dreamed of
She's so perfectly imperfect
Watch the way she works it
Blowing like a summer breeze
Sweeter than a georgia peach
She's like rollin with the top down
Every little small town
Even in the big city
Everywhere you look around
She's like a free round of drinks at my favourite bar
She's like a new set of strings on my old guitar
She's like a pedal to the medal in my muscle car
She's a wide open road

She's like a hit song on the radio
And I cant escape her everywhere that I go
Shes got me singing along when she comes on
Her memory moves me all night long
She's with me everywhere that I go
She's got me singing like woah oh oh oh oh oh
She's got me singing like woah oh oh oh oh oh

She's like (my favourite song like)
She's like (you know my song like)
She's like (I sing along like)
She

She's like hotter than the summer sun
An angel ridin shotgun
A devil in a sundress
Sweet and sexy hot mess
She's a carolina sun rise
California sunset
She's anything you want, man

She's like a free round of drinks at my favourite bar
She's like a new set of strings on my old guitar
She's like a pedal to the medal in my muscle car
She's a wide open road (so let's roll)

She's like a hit song on the radio
And i cant escape her everywhere that I go
Shes got me singing along when she comes on
Her memory moves me all night long
She's with me everywhere that I go
She's got me singing like woah oh oh oh oh oh
She's got me singing like woah oh oh oh oh oh

She keeps the party going all night long
If you know what i mean, then you can sing along
She keeps the party going all night long
And if you know what i mean, then you can sing along, sing along!

1, 2
She's like a
She's like a hit song on the radio
And i can't escape her everywhere that I go
Shes got me singing along when she comes on
Her memory moves me all night long
She's with me everywhere that I go
She's got me singing like woah oh oh oh oh oh
She's got me singing like woah oh oh oh oh oh

She's like (my favourite song like)
She's like (you know my song like)
She's like (I sing along like)
She

Cut Em All lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Willie Robertson)

You boys are ready in the woods?
That's right

We cut them all, yeah
Yeah, we're talking shotguns
We cut them all, yeah
Country boys don't never run

We cut them all, yeah
If it flies, it flies
We cut them all, yeah
Country side, this is how we're living

They call me Colt Ford, a red neck boy from down in the South
I pray for the good Lord
To give me a chance and run my mind
I stop trucks and living
Every day we work and pray
Look up at the red neck, what he would give

I rock that camel fashion
The good old boys I was on the move
We got the world asking
Why it is that we do what we do?

We love the outdoors
We got family, faith and friends
This is the red neck's approval
And you stay that way until the very end

We cut them all, yeah
Yeah, we're talking shotguns
We cut them all, yeah
Country boys don't never run

We cut them all, yeah
If it flies, it flies
We cut them all, yeah
Country side, this is how we're living

They call me Boss Hog
Yeah I do it doggie style
Son I do it truck style
It's great to get dirty
Love to get a little mud on me
Yeah, this is just the way we wanted

It's just a family deal
That's how we get a deal
If you don't know
You better ask somebody

This is how our country lives
Red hair can't respect some tears
We're after that
Man, I know the deal

We cut them all, yeah
Yeah, we're talking shotguns
We cut them all, yeah
Country boys don't never run

We cut them all, yeah
If it flies, it flies
We cut them all, yeah
Country side, this is how we live our lives

Yeah, we're talkin' shot guns
Country boys don't never run
If it flies, it flies
Country side, this is how we live our lives

The High Life lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Chase Rice)

Feeling good, feeling nice, we can do it all night
Ain't nothing wrong, no, we're just rolling along
Living the high life, yeah
Living the high life

Let me paint this picture for ya, small town on a Friday night
Football and a Facebook party, one post tell everybody
Win or lose, we're still gonna crank it
Mix it up, I bet we drink it,
Don't worry, know what we doin'
Head home when the sun starts moving
No sleep gotta get to work quick
Good Lord that girl was worth it
That kiss sure had me buzzin'
That kiss got my boss cussin'
It's alright, I'ma get this job one
Later on she'll be riding shotgun
My life, high life is perfect,
My truck, my girl, all worth it

Feeling good, feeling nice, we can do it all night
Moving and grooving to the flow of a favorite song
Bass bumping, beat's tight, everybody getting right
Hands in the air and we're singing along
Bottle tops popping, the cameras ain't stopping,
Tailgates dropping, this whole town's rocking,
Yeah we're feeling good, feeling nice, we can do it all night
Ain't nothing wrong, no, we're just rolling along
Living the high life

Saturday, on Friday repeat, meet everybody up in the town square
Gotta see where the party's gonna be, sure hope Sara Beth's gonna be there
Sheriff Thompson said Scott just got home, spent 18 months in Iraq
Gonna pick him up and get gone, gonna raise a little hell cause he's back
You gotta make time for your friends, you gotta make time for your work
You gotta find a girl you can love, live life for all that it's worth
Every day y'all, thank God for it, this life is such a blessing
Escape that concrete jungle, come see what y'all been missing

Feeling good, feeling nice, we can do it all night
Moving and grooving to the flow of a favorite song
Bass bumping, beat's tight, everybody getting right
Hands in the air and we're singing along
Bottle tops popping, the cameras ain't stopping,
Tailgates dropping, this whole town's rocking,
Yeah we're feeling good, feeling nice, we can do it all night
Ain't nothing wrong, no, we're just rolling along
Living the high life

Sunday you gotta head to dinner, grandma done made them biscuits
Fried chicken that's finger lickin', front porch little guitar pickin'
Sweet tea and apple pie, country girl by my side,
So right it can't be wrong, wanna hear y'all sing along

Yeah we're feeling good, feeling nice, we can do it all night
Moving and grooving to the flow of a favorite song
Bass bumping, beat's tight, everybody getting right
Hands in the air and we're singing along
Bottle tops popping, the cameras ain't stopping,
Tailgates dropping, this whole town's rocking,
Yeah we're feeling good, feeling nice, we can do it all night
Ain't nothing wrong, no, we're just rolling along
Living the high life

Tailgates dropping, this whole town's rocking
Living the high life
Bottle tops popping, the cameras ain't stopping
Living the high life
Moving and grooving to the flow of a favorite song
Living the high life
Hands in the air and we're singing along
Living the high life
[x2]

Dirty Side lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Walker Hayes)

I'm thinking 'bout the perfect girl
She gotta have her dirty side
I'm talkin about 4wheel hoppin inside my truck with a dirty side
She don't even dust seat off, she sippin on yoohoo
Then a kiss on my right cheek that's right, it's what we do
Head out to the field, check them trees theres the food plots.
put the front back in the trees
Tailgate talk about the birds and bees
Might even put the boat in and do a little crappie fishing
I got the motor trollin, my girl is happy fishing
She can catchem skinem fryem what yaw know about that
Pretty good with a shotgun and bow one for sure about that
All you boys better get you one that can change your world ain't nothing better then a dirty side of country living

All my girls out there put your hands up high
If you ain't scared to show your dirty side
I love a girl with a dirty side
Yeah I got a girl with a dirty side

To my boys out there with me tonight
Looking for a country girl with a dirty side
I love a girl with a dirty side
Yeah I got a girl with a dirty side

Let me hear you say
Ooh, ooh, oooh, ooh... I like a girl with a dirty side

I'm talkin' bout a perfic girl
Man I'mma tell you there everywhere
Stop looking at magazines head on out to the conty fair
Go look at the walmart down any ile at the supermarket
Filed party on a Friday night Pull right up, put in park an
Look around for the dusty boots, tan legs, cherry lips
Smile that'll make jesus blush faded in to make it on here hips
She can change her own oil it's Rodeos and football games
She plow her own soil warms your soul when she calls your name
She pretty like her mama got a piece of her daddy stuff ain't scarred of a little drama ain't scarred of a little mudd
'you better go get you one, I guarantee it will blow your mind
Make sure she got a dirty side, you'll understand why I got mine

All my girls out there put your hands up high
If you ain't scared to show your dirty side
I love a girl with a dirty side
Yeah I got a girl with a dirty side

To my boys out there with me tonight
Looking for a county girl with a dirty side
I love a girl with a dirty side
Yeah I got a girl with a dirty side

Let me hear you say
Ooh, ooh, oooh, ooh... I like a girl with a dirty side

Keep your uptown socialite
All I want on a Friday night
Is a girl with a dirty side, I like a girl with a dirty side
Tour up jeans and dusty boots
Still in touch with them back road roots

I said girl with a dirty side, I love a girl with a dirty side
All my girls out there put your hands up high
If you ain't scared to show your dirty side
I love the girls with your dirty side
Yeah I got a girl with a dirty side

To my boys out there with me tonight
Looking for a county girl with a dirty side
I love a girl with a dirty side
Yeah I got a girl with a dirty side

Let me hear you say
Ooh, ooh, oooh, ooh... I like a girl with a dirty side

Sip It Slow lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Lee Brice)

[Chorus - Lee Brice:]
Sip it slow, kick back and let the cool breeze blow
Feel the grass up between your toes,
Take a deep breath for a minute
Sip it slow, somethin' this good gotta make last
If you let it slip by too fast, you going to wish you didn't miss it
Sip it Slow

[Verse 1 - Colt Ford:]
How's it son? I was just like you when I was there
Always in a hurry growin' up I thought it wasn't fair
Livin' fast like every moment might just be the last
See it's the future that you really want, who really needs the past
Makin' somethin' outta nothing thats what life's about
You keep the devil at your back even when you doubt
See its your life son turn it up and let it rip
And don't forget to take a breath and just

[Chorus - Lee Brice:]
Sip it slow, kick back and let the cool breeze blow
Feel the grass up between your toes,
Take a deep breath for a minute
Sip it slow, somethin' this good gotta make last
If you let it slip by too fast, you going to wish you didn't miss it
Sip it Slow

[Verse 2 - Colt Ford:]
Son I ain't preachin' I'm just teaching lessons that I've learned
Cause I promised God that I would guide ya each and every turn
You can make a choice and let your voice stand up for right
Sometimes you turn the other cheek sometimes you gotta fight
You be a friend to a friend when they need you to
And I'll stand by ya until the end and help to see it through
See its your life son turn it up and let it rip
And don't forget to take a breath and just

[Chorus - Lee Brice:]
Sip it slow, kick back and let the cool breeze blow
Feel the grass up between your toes,
Take a deep breath for a minute
Sip it slow, somethin' this good gotta make last
If you let it slip by too fast, you going to wish you didn't miss it
Sip it Slow

[Verse 3 - Colt Ford:]
Thank you dad for giving me what I can give to mine
A lot of love a little luck I'm sure he'll be just fine
Love the journey of your life son but don't forget
to take a breath, sit back and just reminisce

[Chorus (2x) - Lee Brice:]
Sip it slow, kick back and let the cool breeze blow
Feel the grass up between your toes,
Take a deep breath for a minute
Sip it slow, somethin' this good gotta make last
If you let it slip by too fast, you going to wish you didn't miss it
Sip it Slow

Workin' On lyrics - Colt Ford

Chasing after that dollar like it'll slow down my hurry
Settle all my worries when I get it in my wallet
Quit dippin' long enough to own a pair of jeans
That don't have a ring in the back left pocket
Laughing at myself, admitting when I'm wrong
That's what this good ol' boy's gonna go out workin' on

[Chorus:]
Workin' on coming to Jesus, kicking the bottle,
Wrestling with our roots,
Trying to turn off Mama's tears, and fill our Daddy's boots
Shutting off our pride, fixing bridges we burned, learning how to live and learn
Keeping our demons down and our trucks up and running
Loving them angels sitting pretty in the middle of 'em
Fighting with the man in the mirror til we gone
Yeah, that's what all us good ol' boys gonna go out workin' on
Gonna go out workin' on

Giving more forgiveness, picking battles worth choosing
Little less cussin' and losin' my temper and my tools
Dialin' down my restless, outgrowing my reckless
And my reputation for breaking hearts and rules
Realizin' what I got what I got before it's gone
That's what this good ol boy's gonna go out
Workin' on...

[Chorus:]
Workin' on coming to Jesus, kicking the bottle,
Wrestling with our roots,
Trying to turn off Mama's tears, and fill our Daddy's boots
Shutting off our pride, fixing bridges we burned, learning how to live and learn
Keeping our demons down and our trucks up and running
Loving them angels sitting pretty in the middle of 'em
Fighting with the man in the mirror til' we gone
Yeah, that's what all us good ol' boys gonna go out workin' on
Gonna go out workin' on

Owning up to my weakness, keeping it humble but strong
Doin' the best I can with this flesh and bone

[Chorus:]
Workin' on coming to Jesus, kicking the bottle,
Wrestling with our roots,
Trying to turn off Mama's tears, and fill our Daddy's boots
Shutting off our pride, fixing bridges we burned, learning how to live and learn
Keeping our demons down and our trucks up and running
Loving them angels sitting pretty in the middle of 'em
Fighting with the man in the mirror til we gone
Yeah, that's what all us good ol' boys gonna go out workin' on
Gonna go out workin' on

Crank It Up lyrics - Colt Ford

Country girl shake them hips
DJ make that record skip,
This a straight up redneck rager
Doing body shots of yager, Let er' rip
We on that moonshine & we're sipping on Bacardi
We showin' Vegas how us country folk party
What happens in the backwoods, stays in the backwoods
We goin ham y'all hard as a mother..
So crank it up, (Whoot Whoot) put some of that party in my cup, (Whoot Whoot)
Y'all I'm dancing with a girl up on my flatbed,
she hotter than a cherry on a marlboro red, wow
weekends come & we can't get enough

So crank it up, (Whoot Whoot) Crank, crank it up (Whoot Whoot)
Man crank up the beat, put ACDC on repeat (Whoot Whoot)
We shake it all night long to the PO-PO come, you know me, I roll deep.
Its 3am you know we only getting started
We showin' Vegas how us country folk party
What happens in the backwoods, stays in the backwoods
We goin ham y'all hard as a mother..
Crank it up, (Whoot Whoot) put some of that party in my cup, (Whoot Whoot)
Y'all I'm dancing with a girl up on my flatbed,
she hotter than a cherry on a marlboro red, wow
weekends come & we can't get enough

So crank it up, Crank, crank it up, Crank it up.

So Crank it up (Whoot Whoot) put some of that party in my cup, (Whoot Whoot)
bust out the JD, Hank Three
Scoot a little closer up next to me
Cuz we about to turn this cornfield to a club

Crank it up, (Whoot Whoot) put some of that party in my cup, (Whoot Whoot)
Y'all I'm dancing with a girl up on my flatbed,
she hotter than a cherry on a marlboro red, wow
weekends come & we can't get enough
So crank it up,

Country Girls (Whoot Whoot) let me see y'all, Crank, crank it up,
Country Boys (Whoot Whoot) let me hear y'all, Crank, crank it up,
Everybody come on Lets Crank it up, (Whoot Whoot) Crank, crank it up,
Thats Right, (Whoot Whoot) Crank it up!
Crank it up.

Farm Life lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Justin Moore)

[Colt:]
Yeah, you know I came up in a small town
Couple trees and a creek we could float down
Ain't much to see when you look around, just farms for miles
And you can find me ridin' round on some 33's
Cocked back kickin' dirt on my John D's
International harvestin' us some whole wheat
Yeah let's take a ride

[Justin:]
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Just livin' the farm life, yeah we're livin' the farm life
With that back road swagger that's how we roll
We plow it and we plant it and we drive it real slow
In the farm life, just livin' the farm life

[Colt:]
We're waking up in the more before the sun does
Feed the cows and the chickens and the ducky ducks
Ain't got a lot but we got enough
Yeah, you know it's all about...
Touchin' dirt with your bare hands
Fix it up taking care of your family
Wife it up become a family man
Ooh, just settle down

[Justin:]
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Just livin' the farm life, yeah we're livin' the farm life
It's county line simple don't complicate it,
Big city living no it's over rated
In the farm life, just livin' the farm life

[Colt:]
Drink some shine get a little sauce
Get your girl, kick it back, kick your boots off
Maybe wake up in somebody's hay loft
Hehe, if you know what I mean (I do)
We could park it down there on the tail gate
Talk about nothing till the day break
Amarillo by morning by George Strait
Yeah, we got it on repeat!

[Justin:]
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Just livin' the farm life, yeah we're livin' the farm life
Out here we know how to treat a girl right
Take her by the hand and love her all night
In the farm life, just livin' the farm life

Ohhh yeahhhhh!!!
Come on, Come on, Come on
Yeah we're living the farm life

Outshine Me lyrics - Colt Ford

[Chorus:]
I got a copper still hand built up in the hills
Fill it up with corn mash, heat it up, and chill
White liquor hits you quicker; knock you off your feet
Lay down your mason jars, you can't outshine me

I'mma put it out here; let me tell ya something,
What d'y'all think my still be pumpin?
90 proof; spit the truth
Stop telling everybody you can do what I do.
So if you can, you better get like me;
Go sit down and write a hit like me.

From where I stand you ain't shoot to me;
Gotta sell a few mill outta your own still
I won't sugar coat it; burn your throat it
Kids ain't scared...
I'm Locked and loaded
Real is all me; they all can feel me
Dirt road disciple; man of the people
Mix it, churn it, light it, burn it
Daylight to dark; me and my folks earn it
Plow it, haul it, hunt it, shoot it, skin it, fry it,
That's how we do it.
Sip it, chug it, jar it, jug it;
Do it a little better than anyone does it.

Y'all are chasin' a thoroughbred
Y'all done got lapped I'm miles ahead
Too late to slow down; I'm a runaway train
Colt Ford; remember my name
Haters, Tweeters, bloggers, bashers;
Watch your mouth cause I run these pastures

[Chorus 2x]

I can't take this,
I wanna make this real clear;
What d'ya'll think I been doin' here?
Switchin' gears and changing lanes
Jackin' up trucks; running down Lames
Light that flame for America
Cross that line I'll bury ya;
Gotta shotgun that'll take care of ya
And a mudhole that I'll bury ya

Gotta bunch of county folks all down to ride;
And a bunch of rednecks ain't scared to fight.
I'mma give it to ya my way: dirt road, hi-way,
four wheel, Jack it up; talk shit; back it up.

Yall a trip and I'm out of your league
Sippin' shine and I'm hard to see
I'm something that you'll never be;
It's a pipe dream, You can't outshine me
Cause I'm dura-coated; turbo charged
Everything about me is large

Yall are chasin a throuroughbred
Ya'll done got lapped I'm miles ahead
Too late to slow down I'm a runaway train
Colt Ford; remember my name
Haters, Tweeters, bloggers, bashers
Watch your mouth cause I run these pastures

[Chorus 4x]

Crickets lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Jerrod Niemann)

Hey pretty girl let's met and take a ride
Chase he moonlight up to the country side
See Heaven is about four turns away
The Sun so sleepy, stars on their way
Let's stay and talk get lost in time
Farm hard walk your hand in mine
Blood is right here begging let the jump
Let's shut up the world and do what we want

Out here at the end of the road,
Out here with the cool breeze cold
The night sky is bright as you get
Out here we can lay up and down
And no one else around
Except you and me and he crickets

This song gets ready to spin my head and it's all good
And your good is mine got the..grand it
Looking at my love, no one you're all mine
Feeling your heart beat through the whispers and pounds
Lost in each other, lost from the world
Found this true love, found my girl
Thank God for this,
Thank God for you
Thank God for good rose from when they let us too

Out here at the end of the dead road,
Out here with the cool breeze cold
The night sky is bright as you get
Out here we can lay up and down
And no one else around
Except you and me and he crickets

We got our own place where our souls are free
Only communication is you loving on me
First step :kiss
Second: how knows
Last step's forever we fell in love

Out here at the end of the dead road,
Out here with the cool breeze cold
The night sky is bright as you get
Out here we can lay up and down
And no one else around
Except you and me and he crickets

Out here at the end of the dead road,
Out here with the cool breeze cold
The night sky is bright as you get
Out here we can lay up and down
And no one else around
Except you and me and he crickets
Ooh crickets

Washed In The Mud lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Randy Houser)

I made a pit stop at the corner station
In my shiny new rig where the boys were waiting
Got it all gassed up and the beer rise down
Drove 35 miles outside of town

Where the ground holds water long after the rain
We can slip, slide, and run this thing
Get it all dirty, break it and ride
Round here trucks get baptized

Washed, washed in the mud
We get it all jacked up, sink it to the struts
Show it some hillbilly love
Gonna get washed, washed in the mud
Yeah, we rolling like Rambo, covered in camo
Truck's being born again
Can I get a amen?

It was well worth every single dollar
'Cause it makes the country girls yell, scream and holler
Got a heavy duty winch that'll pull you from a ditch
And a set of bull nuts hanging off a ball hitch

Tunes, wipers, stompin' in time
A sweet little honey sittin' by my side
Throw it in low, put it to the task
Come on baby can I get a witness

Washed, washed in the mud
We get it all jacked up, sink it to the struts
Show it some hillbilly love
Gonna get washed, washed in the mud
Yeah, we rolling like Rambo, covered in camo
My truck's being born again
Can I get a amen?

Brothers and sisters, we're all gathered here today
To celebrate that country life that we all love so much
Now we may not have fancy things and all that glitters ain't gold
But them old trucks out there in the parking lot are just like Jesus
They good for a country folk soul

Washed, washed in the mud
We get it all jacked up, sink it to the struts
Show it some hillbilly love
Gonna get washed, washed in the mud
Yeah, we rolling like Rambo, covered in camo
My truck's being born again
Can I get a amen?

Washed in the mud, washed in the mud, washed in the mud...
Can I get a amen?

"Declaration Of Independence" (2012)

Answer To No One lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. JJ Lawhorn)

Let me tell you a little story 'bout how I was raised
Every day work, every day pray
God, family, friends, yeah everybody sins
A winner never quits, and a quitter never wins
Helps folks in need, don't fall for greed
A jealous man is weak so think before you speak
If you love 'em let 'em know, if you hate let it go
Fast can be fun, but sometimes you need slow
God is all good, the devil is so real
So listen up y'all 'cause this is how I feel

I won't back up, I don't back down
I've been raised up to stand my ground
Take my job but not my guns
Tax my check till I ain't got none
Except for the good Lord up above
I answer to no one

See I'm a flag flyin' bible totin' son of a gun
Yeah I'm hell on the heart just a rebel on the run
Scared don't know it, fear don't feel it
The truth is the light, sometimes you gotta fight
Good beats bad, right beats wrong
I'm a bar room preacher and this is my song
I'm climbing for the top, representin' for the country
I'm the people's champ right out the deer camp
Shotgun toter, republican voter
Hank Junior supporter, let's protect our border
To hell with anyone who don't believe in the USA
'Cause this is what I say

I won't back up, I don't back down
I've been raised up to stand my ground
Take my job but not my guns
Tax my check till I ain't got none
Except for the good Lord up above
I answer to no one

Give me my right to vote
My right to tote the weapon of my choice
Don't censor my voice
Hate me if you want or love me if you can
If the truth is what you want then you found your man
I ain't backin' down, I ain't backin' up
If you think like I think, man crank it on up

I won't back up, I don't back down
I've been raised up to stand my ground
Take my job but not my guns
Tax my check till I ain't got none
Except for the good Lord up above
I answer to no one
I answer to no one