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
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
Drivin' Around Song lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Jason Aldean)
Man you ever just wanna, go riding around, No worries, well that's this kind of song.
Yea alright.
This is for everybody out there, circling the town square,
Proud to be stuck out in the middle of nowhere
USA, Chevrolet, Dodge and Ford, raising a little hell and praising the Lord
Just simple truth speaking, working for the weekend
Every time it hits the fan you just keep on keeping
You tried and true, red white and blue
Turn it up, turn it up, man, this one’s for you
Hey, this is for the driving around, Jack and Diane town, anywhere Saturday night
Yeah, yeah, this is for the back road, turning up the radio, heading right
Where the two lane turns into main street, cruising the same streets,
Over in the passenger seat
Baby ain't never looked better just singing along,
To this driving around song
Yeah, I know what I’m talking about, I grew up in them rural routes
Counting down them days til I got brave enough to bust out
City lights in my sights, I’m gonna do it up right,
I’m sitting here with this guitar tonight
Kicking it in the big town, wishing I'd a slowed it down
And I give anything if I was driving around with the big dreams in my pocket
Yeah, this is for the ones who don’t know how good they got it
Hey, this is for the driving around, Jack and Diane town, anywhere Saturday night
Yeah, yeah, this is for the back road, turning up the radio, heading right
Where the two lane turns into main street, cruising the same streets,
Over in the passenger seat
Baby ain't never looked better just singing along
To this driving around song
Alright, everybody,
Get in your truck, get in your car, whatever it is
Small town America, baby,
We’re going drive it around
Hey, this is for the driving around, Jack and Diane town, anywhere Saturday night
Yeah, yeah, this is for the back road, turning up the radio, heading right
Where the two lane turns into main street, cruising the same streets,
Over in the passenger seat
Baby, ain't never looked better just singing along,
To this driving around song
Yea alright.
This is for everybody out there, circling the town square,
Proud to be stuck out in the middle of nowhere
USA, Chevrolet, Dodge and Ford, raising a little hell and praising the Lord
Just simple truth speaking, working for the weekend
Every time it hits the fan you just keep on keeping
You tried and true, red white and blue
Turn it up, turn it up, man, this one’s for you
Hey, this is for the driving around, Jack and Diane town, anywhere Saturday night
Yeah, yeah, this is for the back road, turning up the radio, heading right
Where the two lane turns into main street, cruising the same streets,
Over in the passenger seat
Baby ain't never looked better just singing along,
To this driving around song
Yeah, I know what I’m talking about, I grew up in them rural routes
Counting down them days til I got brave enough to bust out
City lights in my sights, I’m gonna do it up right,
I’m sitting here with this guitar tonight
Kicking it in the big town, wishing I'd a slowed it down
And I give anything if I was driving around with the big dreams in my pocket
Yeah, this is for the ones who don’t know how good they got it
Hey, this is for the driving around, Jack and Diane town, anywhere Saturday night
Yeah, yeah, this is for the back road, turning up the radio, heading right
Where the two lane turns into main street, cruising the same streets,
Over in the passenger seat
Baby ain't never looked better just singing along
To this driving around song
Alright, everybody,
Get in your truck, get in your car, whatever it is
Small town America, baby,
We’re going drive it around
Hey, this is for the driving around, Jack and Diane town, anywhere Saturday night
Yeah, yeah, this is for the back road, turning up the radio, heading right
Where the two lane turns into main street, cruising the same streets,
Over in the passenger seat
Baby, ain't never looked better just singing along,
To this driving around song
All In lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Kix Brooks)
We’re going all in tonight, raise your glass to the ceiling.
Neon lights and damn good times and that’s what I’m feeling.
Take out the keys, unlock the door and we ain’t stopping ‘till we hit the floor.
We’re going all in, all in tonight.
Well, it looks like a country party, everybody grab somebody,
Short or tall, fat or thin, everybody’s all in.
Gonna have a whole damn redneck throw down,
A shot for shot, showdown, right here in the old town.
Do you wanna dance a little two step to the field?
Get your drink on, ‘cause tonight is the night you’ve been waiting for,
Hit the floor, bartender, one more, I think I’ll never go in.
We’re going all in tonight, raise your glass to the ceiling.
Neon lights and damn good times and that’s what I’m feeling.
Take out the keys, unlock the door and we ain’t stopping ‘till we hit the floor.
We’re going all in, all in tonight.
Well, it’s too late, oh, well, my buddy, he’s gonna tell, the whole crowd is in, tonight you know how we do,
It’s just another weekend hanging with my loudy friends, Jack, Jim, all in, full or half, all in,
Everybody’s somebody, this is that one party gonna talk about it for the rest of the year.
Get a beer, sip some shine, grab my girl, but not mine, everything will be fine if you just sing along.
We’re going all in tonight, raise your glass to the ceiling.
Neon lights and damn good times and that’s what I’m feeling.
Take out the keys, unlock the door and we ain’t stopping ‘till we hit the floor.
We’re going all in, all in tonight.
We’re going all in tonight, raise your glass to the ceiling.
Neon lights and damn good times and that’s what I’m feeling.
Take out the keys, unlock the door and we ain’t stopping ‘till we hit the floor.
We’re going all in, all in tonight.
We’re going all in, all in tonight.
Neon lights and damn good times and that’s what I’m feeling.
Take out the keys, unlock the door and we ain’t stopping ‘till we hit the floor.
We’re going all in, all in tonight.
Well, it looks like a country party, everybody grab somebody,
Short or tall, fat or thin, everybody’s all in.
Gonna have a whole damn redneck throw down,
A shot for shot, showdown, right here in the old town.
Do you wanna dance a little two step to the field?
Get your drink on, ‘cause tonight is the night you’ve been waiting for,
Hit the floor, bartender, one more, I think I’ll never go in.
We’re going all in tonight, raise your glass to the ceiling.
Neon lights and damn good times and that’s what I’m feeling.
Take out the keys, unlock the door and we ain’t stopping ‘till we hit the floor.
We’re going all in, all in tonight.
Well, it’s too late, oh, well, my buddy, he’s gonna tell, the whole crowd is in, tonight you know how we do,
It’s just another weekend hanging with my loudy friends, Jack, Jim, all in, full or half, all in,
Everybody’s somebody, this is that one party gonna talk about it for the rest of the year.
Get a beer, sip some shine, grab my girl, but not mine, everything will be fine if you just sing along.
We’re going all in tonight, raise your glass to the ceiling.
Neon lights and damn good times and that’s what I’m feeling.
Take out the keys, unlock the door and we ain’t stopping ‘till we hit the floor.
We’re going all in, all in tonight.
We’re going all in tonight, raise your glass to the ceiling.
Neon lights and damn good times and that’s what I’m feeling.
Take out the keys, unlock the door and we ain’t stopping ‘till we hit the floor.
We’re going all in, all in tonight.
We’re going all in, all in tonight.
Ain't Out Of The Woods lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Montgomery Gentry)
I move to the big city, to make a little bit of money, then get back home.
Now here I am living in a little sub-division, surrounded by steel and stone.
I’ve got a neighbor, he's a lawyer, his wife could be his daughter, he don’t know what to think of me.
‘cause I sight my bow on a styrofoam doe, I'm 'bout a whole lot of eighteen green.
‘cause I ain’t out of the woods yet, still got a blue collar and a red neck,
Got a gun rack in the back window of my four wheel drive.
A country boy can survive.
I say, hey, y’all, and I reckon so, wear the mossy oak from head to toe
It's cornfed, cornbread, country as a boy can get
No, I ain’t out, ain’t out of the woods, yet.
Oh, I’m a little hell, baby.
I’ve got a manicure lawn and a concrete pond where my buddies all like to hang
We fire up the smoke and get some pretty girls over crank the hank, I’ll let her shake that thang.
And when the moon goes rising and the skeeters start to bite, all the neighbors is turning in.
We be breaking out the shine in it's hell yeah time ‘till the sun comes up again.
‘cause I ain’t out of the woods, yet, still got a blue collar and a red neck,
Got a gun rack in the back window of my four wheel drive.
A country boy can survive.
I say, hey, y’all, and I reckon so, wear the mossy oak from head to toe
It's cornfed, cornbread, country as a boy can get
No, I ain’t out, ain’t out of the woods, yet.
Country of the conway, sweet tea all day, if you don’t know what I mean.
I be sipping on some shine, putting clothes on the line, eating corn bread and buttered beans.
‘cause I ain’t out of the woods, yet, still got a blue collar and a red neck,
Got a gun rack in the back window of my four wheel drive.
A country boy can survive.
I say, hey, y’all, and I reckon so, wear mossy oak from my head to toe
It's cornfed, cornbread, country as a boy can get
No, I ain’t out, ain’t out of the woods, yet.
Now here I am living in a little sub-division, surrounded by steel and stone.
I’ve got a neighbor, he's a lawyer, his wife could be his daughter, he don’t know what to think of me.
‘cause I sight my bow on a styrofoam doe, I'm 'bout a whole lot of eighteen green.
‘cause I ain’t out of the woods yet, still got a blue collar and a red neck,
Got a gun rack in the back window of my four wheel drive.
A country boy can survive.
I say, hey, y’all, and I reckon so, wear the mossy oak from head to toe
It's cornfed, cornbread, country as a boy can get
No, I ain’t out, ain’t out of the woods, yet.
Oh, I’m a little hell, baby.
I’ve got a manicure lawn and a concrete pond where my buddies all like to hang
We fire up the smoke and get some pretty girls over crank the hank, I’ll let her shake that thang.
And when the moon goes rising and the skeeters start to bite, all the neighbors is turning in.
We be breaking out the shine in it's hell yeah time ‘till the sun comes up again.
‘cause I ain’t out of the woods, yet, still got a blue collar and a red neck,
Got a gun rack in the back window of my four wheel drive.
A country boy can survive.
I say, hey, y’all, and I reckon so, wear the mossy oak from head to toe
It's cornfed, cornbread, country as a boy can get
No, I ain’t out, ain’t out of the woods, yet.
Country of the conway, sweet tea all day, if you don’t know what I mean.
I be sipping on some shine, putting clothes on the line, eating corn bread and buttered beans.
‘cause I ain’t out of the woods, yet, still got a blue collar and a red neck,
Got a gun rack in the back window of my four wheel drive.
A country boy can survive.
I say, hey, y’all, and I reckon so, wear mossy oak from my head to toe
It's cornfed, cornbread, country as a boy can get
No, I ain’t out, ain’t out of the woods, yet.
Lucky lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Jonathan Singleton)
I'd rather be lucky than good.
Duggin' that lightning south paw, dialin' in on that power ball,
Raising my pick-up truck with a train.
Hooking into a big bass, making me some of cool outcasts,
The way I'm living ain't hard to explain.
I'd rather be lucky than good,
Tough than pretty,
Rockin' in the country than rollin' in the city.
Spend my life rolling them dice,
Instead of living like everybody says I should.
I'd rather be lucky, rather be lucky than good.
Staying at home last night, wonder on a red light,
Knowing when to go all in.
Coming up with the right line, picking up one that's so fine,
Ain't got no business talking to a ten.
I'd rather be lucky than good,
Tough than pretty,
Rockin' in the country than rollin' in the city.
Spending my life rollin' them dice,
Instead of living like everybody says I should.
I'd rather be lucky, rather be lucky than good.
I'd rather be lucky than good,
Country than hood,
Any ol' out bailin' hay,
Fixin' my truck, gettin' it stuck,
Covered in mud, ice cold Bud.
Wettin' that line, sippin' that shine,
Eatin' fried chicken, guitar pickin'
(Give it to 'em)
(Now crank it up)
Hey, do you like the way
Colt Ford is thumping
Got the stereo pumping.
Hey, do you like the way
Cold Ford is pumping
Got the girls all jumpin'
I'd rather be lucky than good,
Tough than pretty,
Rockin' in the country than rollin' in the city.
Spending my life rollin' them dice,
Instead of living like everybody says I should.
I'd rather be lucky, rather be lucky than good.
Hey, do you like the way
Colt Ford is thumping
Got the stereo pumping.
Hey, do you like the way
Cold Ford is pumping
Got the girls all jumpin'
Duggin' that lightning south paw, dialin' in on that power ball,
Raising my pick-up truck with a train.
Hooking into a big bass, making me some of cool outcasts,
The way I'm living ain't hard to explain.
I'd rather be lucky than good,
Tough than pretty,
Rockin' in the country than rollin' in the city.
Spend my life rolling them dice,
Instead of living like everybody says I should.
I'd rather be lucky, rather be lucky than good.
Staying at home last night, wonder on a red light,
Knowing when to go all in.
Coming up with the right line, picking up one that's so fine,
Ain't got no business talking to a ten.
I'd rather be lucky than good,
Tough than pretty,
Rockin' in the country than rollin' in the city.
Spending my life rollin' them dice,
Instead of living like everybody says I should.
I'd rather be lucky, rather be lucky than good.
I'd rather be lucky than good,
Country than hood,
Any ol' out bailin' hay,
Fixin' my truck, gettin' it stuck,
Covered in mud, ice cold Bud.
Wettin' that line, sippin' that shine,
Eatin' fried chicken, guitar pickin'
(Give it to 'em)
(Now crank it up)
Hey, do you like the way
Colt Ford is thumping
Got the stereo pumping.
Hey, do you like the way
Cold Ford is pumping
Got the girls all jumpin'
I'd rather be lucky than good,
Tough than pretty,
Rockin' in the country than rollin' in the city.
Spending my life rollin' them dice,
Instead of living like everybody says I should.
I'd rather be lucky, rather be lucky than good.
Hey, do you like the way
Colt Ford is thumping
Got the stereo pumping.
Hey, do you like the way
Cold Ford is pumping
Got the girls all jumpin'
Back lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Jake Owen)
Back
When life was simple as that
I didn't know I'd miss it so bad
When this whole world had way less worries, nobody in a hurry and back
To mama's home cookin' and dad
Was baitin' my hook and I'm sitting on a tailgate,
Thinking 'bout those days just
Wish I was
Back
When I think about how it used to be, Lord it was so simple then
Dirt-bike and a fishin' pole at a fishin' hole with all my friends
Nothin' better than a BB gun in my backyard just huntin' squirrels
Took a ring from my mama's drawer and gave it to this little girl
Her mama called mine and then my daddy had to have a talk
I remember like yesterday what he said when we took that walk
"Son don't you ever tell no lie, even if the truth burns"
Everyday my mind goes back to all those lessons learned
And I wanna go
Back
When life was simple as that
I didn't know I'd miss it so bad
When this whole world had way less worries, nobody in a hurry and back
To mama's home cookin' and dad
Was baitin' my hook and I'm sitting on a tailgate,
Thinking 'bout those days just
Wish I was
Back
I remember that Texaco that Mr. Logan used to own
They turned in something else and Mr. Logan's long gone
My best friend David, he grew up ridin' in that wheelchair
Thought I'd give a million bucks if that old boy was still here
Ain't it funny how time goes by and memories seem to fade away
They built a parking lot on the baseball field we used to play
That skating ring is closed down, but now I see us back again
I remember those all night skates, very first dates and my old friend
Back
When life was simple as that
I didn't know I'd miss it so bad
When this whole world had way less worries, nobody in a hurry and back
To mama's home cookin' and dad
Was baitin' my hook and I'm sitting on a tailgate,
Thinking 'bout those days just
Wish I was
Back
My dad's gettin' older now but son he's still as tough as ever
Him and my little boy are best friends now, wish it could last forever
My mama is still the one I talk to when I need advice
She never ever let me down
God what will I do when she's not around
Back
When life was simple as that
I didn't know I'd miss it so bad
When this whole world had way less worries, nobody in a hurry and back
To mama's home cookin' and dad
Was baitin' my hook and I'm sitting on a tailgate,
Thinking 'bout those days just
Wish I was
Back
When life was simple as that
I didn't know I'd miss it so bad
When this whole world had way less worries, nobody in a hurry and back
To mama's home cookin' and dad
Was baitin' my hook and I'm sitting on a tailgate,
Thinking 'bout those days just
Wish I was
Back
When I think about how it used to be, Lord it was so simple then
Dirt-bike and a fishin' pole at a fishin' hole with all my friends
Nothin' better than a BB gun in my backyard just huntin' squirrels
Took a ring from my mama's drawer and gave it to this little girl
Her mama called mine and then my daddy had to have a talk
I remember like yesterday what he said when we took that walk
"Son don't you ever tell no lie, even if the truth burns"
Everyday my mind goes back to all those lessons learned
And I wanna go
Back
When life was simple as that
I didn't know I'd miss it so bad
When this whole world had way less worries, nobody in a hurry and back
To mama's home cookin' and dad
Was baitin' my hook and I'm sitting on a tailgate,
Thinking 'bout those days just
Wish I was
Back
I remember that Texaco that Mr. Logan used to own
They turned in something else and Mr. Logan's long gone
My best friend David, he grew up ridin' in that wheelchair
Thought I'd give a million bucks if that old boy was still here
Ain't it funny how time goes by and memories seem to fade away
They built a parking lot on the baseball field we used to play
That skating ring is closed down, but now I see us back again
I remember those all night skates, very first dates and my old friend
Back
When life was simple as that
I didn't know I'd miss it so bad
When this whole world had way less worries, nobody in a hurry and back
To mama's home cookin' and dad
Was baitin' my hook and I'm sitting on a tailgate,
Thinking 'bout those days just
Wish I was
Back
My dad's gettin' older now but son he's still as tough as ever
Him and my little boy are best friends now, wish it could last forever
My mama is still the one I talk to when I need advice
She never ever let me down
God what will I do when she's not around
Back
When life was simple as that
I didn't know I'd miss it so bad
When this whole world had way less worries, nobody in a hurry and back
To mama's home cookin' and dad
Was baitin' my hook and I'm sitting on a tailgate,
Thinking 'bout those days just
Wish I was
Back
Dancin' While Intoxicated (DWI) lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Locash Cowboys And Redneck Social Club)
Yeah, they’re dancing while intoxicated, DWI,
Coozie grippi’ on my drink while I’m gripping on her thigh
Back it in, jack it up, let me see you what you pushing,
Boddy work looking good, and that seat got that cushion.
Ladies, put it in reverse. Fellas, put it in drive,
10& 2 on her hips and let that thang collide.
Ladies, put it in reverse. Fellas, put it in drive,
10& 2 on her hips and let that thang collide.
Bounce, shaking, moving, girl, let me see if you can do it.
Take it to the flow and prove that the large you go I knew it.
Just like Taylor, I’m Swift, baby, and I ain’t mean it’s a gift, baby.
This is my kind of party and I don’t want this night to end.
I’m a cowboy Casanova, just come on over and bring your friends,
I’ll be your honey bee, ‘cause, girl, I think that I need you now.
So shake that thing, ‘cause I’m in the zone, what I think about is get you home.
My Lord, imma duck it down, some moon shine and honkey songs.
Country buzz be country wise, come on, girl, just let me ride.
I hear them voices talking, they’re saying shake it, honey.
There’s a bare foot blue jeans knight and I got that lot of money
That lot of money, lot of money.
Yeah, they’re dancing while intoxicated, DWI,
Coozie grippi’ on my drink while I’m gripping on her thigh
Back it in, jack it up, let me see you what you pushing,
Boddy work looking good, and that seat got that cushion.
Ladies, put it in reverse. Fellas, put it in drive,
10& 2 on her hips and let that thang collide.
Ladies, put it in reverse. Fellas, put it in drive,
10& 2 on her hips and let that thang collide.
It’s getting real, really hot here, ass, tits is bouncing and we like cold beer
Switch it back up, girl, shake the rear. Now plan the dance floor like an old John Deer.
Ride it in the club, let the game down tight, got two bunch of hotties, wanna do it all night.
All night, that’s right, so turn on them lights. It’s the wild wide west.
Don’t need to be peak, cause the own depart, two shot at crown, let’s take it to the car.
Got the camera phone out like the video stores, going hard.
Drop it, spin it, the dance floor is yours, kick it.
Got a drink in my hand and I don’t care what they’re saying,
Gonna make that booty bounce, bounce, bounce
Gonna make that booty bounce, bounce, bounce.
Yeah, they’re dancing while intoxicated, DWI,
Coozie grippi’ on my drink while I’m gripping on her thigh
Back it in, jack it up, let me see you what you pushing,
Boddy work looking good, and that seat got that cushion.
Ladies, put it in reverse. Fellas, put it in drive,
10& 2 on her hips and let that thang collide.
Ladies, put it in reverse. Fellas, put it in drive,
10& 2 on her hips and let that thang collide.
Okay, shots, shots, shots.
Kick it, falls, remember it, drops, drops, drops.
Go get it, country really, hot, hot, hot.
Wanna see you on the floor, let me show you what we’ve got.
Colt Ford, low cash, rednecks, social club.
Colt Ford, low cash, rednecks, social club.
Colt Ford, low cash, rednecks, social club.
It's All lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Jeffrey Steele)
Boom chick-a boom boom boom
Boom chick-a boom boom boom
Boom chick-a boom boom boom
Boom chick-a boom boom boom
Boom chick-a boom boom boom
It’s all headlights, it’s all Friday nights,
It’s all football, it’s all hey y’all,
It’s all muscle car, it’s all shitty bar,
It’s all honkey thongs, it’s all but donkey dong,
k-dong, k-dong, k-dong, k-dong.
It’s all John Deere, it’s all cold beer,
It’s all Jim Dean, it’s all home team,
It’s all catfish, it’s all cheese grits,
It’s all cornfield, you know the deal.
Where are you when the time stand still,
Got my heart up in the hills in the middle of the fields,
Where the drinks fly over and the trains pass through
And there’s nothing else to do but do what you do.
Boom chick-a boom boom boom
Boom chick-a boom boom boom
It’s all big buck, it’s all loud truck,
It’s all kung dog, we eat the whole whole,
It’s all yes mam, it’s all no sir,
It’s all laid back, it’s all hard work,
It’s all have fun, it’s get your bail run,
It’s all knock down, it’s all never run,
It’s all American, it’s all mainstream,
It’s all Greenwich kitchen, there ain’t no bitcin’.
Where are you when the time stand still,
Got my heart up in the hills in the middle of the fields,
Where the drinks fly over and the trains pass through
And there’s nothing else to do but do what you do.
It’s all scoring, it’s all blue jean,
It’s all gunshot, it’s all work boot,
It’s all Walmart, it’s all car park,
It’s all big dream, it’s all book hard,
It’s all front porch, it’s all rockin’ chair,
It’s all deep fry, it’s all county fare,
It’s all church crowd, it’s all real loud,
It’s all flag fly, it’s all damn proud.
Where are you when the time stand still,
Got my heart up in the hills in the middle of the fields,
Where the drinks fly over and the trains pass through
And there’s nothing else to do but do what you do.
Boom chick-a boom boom boom
Boom chick-a boom boom boom
Boom chick-a boom boom boom
Boom chick-a boom boom boom
Boom chick-a boom boom boom
Boom chick-a boom boom boom
Boom chick-a boom boom boom
Boom chick-a boom boom boom
Boom chick-a boom boom boom
Boom chick-a boom boom boom
Boom chick-a boom boom boom
Boom chick-a boom boom boom
Boom chick-a boom boom boom
Boom chick-a boom boom boom
It’s all headlights, it’s all Friday nights,
It’s all football, it’s all hey y’all,
It’s all muscle car, it’s all shitty bar,
It’s all honkey thongs, it’s all but donkey dong,
k-dong, k-dong, k-dong, k-dong.
It’s all John Deere, it’s all cold beer,
It’s all Jim Dean, it’s all home team,
It’s all catfish, it’s all cheese grits,
It’s all cornfield, you know the deal.
Where are you when the time stand still,
Got my heart up in the hills in the middle of the fields,
Where the drinks fly over and the trains pass through
And there’s nothing else to do but do what you do.
Boom chick-a boom boom boom
Boom chick-a boom boom boom
It’s all big buck, it’s all loud truck,
It’s all kung dog, we eat the whole whole,
It’s all yes mam, it’s all no sir,
It’s all laid back, it’s all hard work,
It’s all have fun, it’s get your bail run,
It’s all knock down, it’s all never run,
It’s all American, it’s all mainstream,
It’s all Greenwich kitchen, there ain’t no bitcin’.
Where are you when the time stand still,
Got my heart up in the hills in the middle of the fields,
Where the drinks fly over and the trains pass through
And there’s nothing else to do but do what you do.
It’s all scoring, it’s all blue jean,
It’s all gunshot, it’s all work boot,
It’s all Walmart, it’s all car park,
It’s all big dream, it’s all book hard,
It’s all front porch, it’s all rockin’ chair,
It’s all deep fry, it’s all county fare,
It’s all church crowd, it’s all real loud,
It’s all flag fly, it’s all damn proud.
Where are you when the time stand still,
Got my heart up in the hills in the middle of the fields,
Where the drinks fly over and the trains pass through
And there’s nothing else to do but do what you do.
Boom chick-a boom boom boom
Boom chick-a boom boom boom
Boom chick-a boom boom boom
Boom chick-a boom boom boom
Boom chick-a boom boom boom
Boom chick-a boom boom boom
Boom chick-a boom boom boom
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Hugh Damn Right lyrics - Colt Fort (feat. Laura Bell Bundy)
He was jack stacking up them twenty-two ounce cups,
And his eyes were shot redder than the sun coming up,
Half a keg to his name, getting ready for the game,
Everybody knows what he's gonna do
Gonna run around and holla, do you know Hugh?
Do you know Hugh? Do you know Hugh?
Everybody wanna get a little crunk tonight,
Hugh Damn Right, Hugh Damn Right.
Do you know Hugh? Do you know Hugh?
Everybody wanna get a little drunk tonight,
Hugh Damn Right, Hugh Damn Right.
Through the beers and the years, never changed his gears,
Every time I ever saw him hell raising yeehawin
Had a big old grin, three sheets to the wind,
'Bout three eighty five, but everybody called him slim.
Asked son, what you been up to?
He said hell, you know me, but do you know Hugh?
Do you know Hugh? Do you know Hugh?
Everybody wanna get a little crunk tonight,
Hugh Damn Right, Hugh Damn Right.
Do you know Hugh? Do you know Hugh?
Everybody wanna get a little drunk tonight,
Hugh Damn Right, Hugh Damn Right.
When I saw that country girl I thought Lord, have mercy, lookey here,
This ain't no whine girl, shes like chasing Jack with beer.
Better get my game on, can't let this one bolt.
She came in here and looked me in the eyes and said, Colt
Do you wanna have a good time, do you wanna have a good time?
Do you wanna have a good time? A really, really good time.
Do you wanna have a good time? I sure do.
I looked her up and down and said:
Do you know Hugh? Do you know Hugh?
Everybody wanna get a little crunk tonight,
Hugh Damn Right, Hugh Damn Right.
Do you know Hugh? Do you know Hugh?
Are you Miller? are you Coors? Bud? Or Lime?
Hugh Damn Right, Hugh Damn Right.
Is it Jack, is it Jim or a moon shine night.
Hugh Damn Right, Hugh Damn Right.
If you're tall or off on the floor up tonight,
Hugh Damn Right, Hugh Damn Right.
Hugh Damn Right, Hugh Damn Right.
And his eyes were shot redder than the sun coming up,
Half a keg to his name, getting ready for the game,
Everybody knows what he's gonna do
Gonna run around and holla, do you know Hugh?
Do you know Hugh? Do you know Hugh?
Everybody wanna get a little crunk tonight,
Hugh Damn Right, Hugh Damn Right.
Do you know Hugh? Do you know Hugh?
Everybody wanna get a little drunk tonight,
Hugh Damn Right, Hugh Damn Right.
Through the beers and the years, never changed his gears,
Every time I ever saw him hell raising yeehawin
Had a big old grin, three sheets to the wind,
'Bout three eighty five, but everybody called him slim.
Asked son, what you been up to?
He said hell, you know me, but do you know Hugh?
Do you know Hugh? Do you know Hugh?
Everybody wanna get a little crunk tonight,
Hugh Damn Right, Hugh Damn Right.
Do you know Hugh? Do you know Hugh?
Everybody wanna get a little drunk tonight,
Hugh Damn Right, Hugh Damn Right.
When I saw that country girl I thought Lord, have mercy, lookey here,
This ain't no whine girl, shes like chasing Jack with beer.
Better get my game on, can't let this one bolt.
She came in here and looked me in the eyes and said, Colt
Do you wanna have a good time, do you wanna have a good time?
Do you wanna have a good time? A really, really good time.
Do you wanna have a good time? I sure do.
I looked her up and down and said:
Do you know Hugh? Do you know Hugh?
Everybody wanna get a little crunk tonight,
Hugh Damn Right, Hugh Damn Right.
Do you know Hugh? Do you know Hugh?
Are you Miller? are you Coors? Bud? Or Lime?
Hugh Damn Right, Hugh Damn Right.
Is it Jack, is it Jim or a moon shine night.
Hugh Damn Right, Hugh Damn Right.
If you're tall or off on the floor up tonight,
Hugh Damn Right, Hugh Damn Right.
Hugh Damn Right, Hugh Damn Right.
Room At The Bar lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Corey Smith)
Look, we just rolled in, me and three of my friends,
Got on my boots and jeans, I’m a redneck king.
Saw Jack and Jim and some good time shine
And then a friend of yours is a friend of mine
All I want is a seat, all I need is a beek,
I live the life like a rhyme, still standing in line.
But that’s alright with me, ‘cause I’m a regular joke.
Don’t wanna be a star, yo, just a part of the show.
Ain’t trying to be cool, won’t suffer the fools,
So it goes, short, funny, you can keep your money.
I keep my truck, you keep your fancy car.
If you’re looking for me I’ll be right at the bar.
There’s plenty of room at the bar,
Plenty of room at the bar,
If you don’t like the rat race, we’ve got the right place,
It’s plenty of room at the bar.
Cast away on the island of the misfit toys,
I spent my youth taking shit from all the girls and boys
‘till I learned to get along with me, myself and I.
I got soft, ‘cause good boys don’t cry.
They called me a freak, now I’m living up to the label,
I’m hungry as hell and I want my place at the table
So I stop into this high class joint.
Looking for some dinner, but the odds are getting thinner,
Yeah, I’m checking at the lobby, but they say I’m late.
They put my name at the bottom of the chart and say I have to wait
A dress code, who’s that guy over there?
Wearing the T shirt and jeans with all that gel in his hair.
That’s not fair, but I guess it’s just the way that it goes,
If you don’t have reservations, then you better know the host.
Otherwise, be advised, they’ll put you out with the trash,
In the cold, you’ll be begging for scraps.
But I’m not playing that game, I know a place down the street
Where they never judge a brother by the shoes on his feet,
They welcome everybody come from near and far,
There’s always plenty of room at the bar.
There’s plenty of room at the bar,
Plenty of room at the bar,
If you don’t like the rat race, we’ve got the right place,
It’s plenty of room at the bar.
There’s plenty of room at the bar.
Come on in, grab a seat,
Right here we ain’t bailing people, but you can tap your feet.
Now grab a drink and don’t stress,
We’re gonna treat you like a friend, no matter how you dress.
No matter where you come from, this is where you are,
Don’t swap the grill, sit back and chill,
Everybody here is gonna make you feel like a star.
There’s plenty of room at the bar,
Plenty of room at the bar,
If you don’t like the rat race, we’ve got the right place,
It’s plenty of room at the bar.
There’s plenty of room at the bar,
Plenty of room at the bar,
If you don’t like the rat race, we’ve got the right place,
It’s plenty of room at the bar.
There’s plenty of room at the bar,
There’s plenty of room at the bar,
There’s plenty of room at the bar.
Got on my boots and jeans, I’m a redneck king.
Saw Jack and Jim and some good time shine
And then a friend of yours is a friend of mine
All I want is a seat, all I need is a beek,
I live the life like a rhyme, still standing in line.
But that’s alright with me, ‘cause I’m a regular joke.
Don’t wanna be a star, yo, just a part of the show.
Ain’t trying to be cool, won’t suffer the fools,
So it goes, short, funny, you can keep your money.
I keep my truck, you keep your fancy car.
If you’re looking for me I’ll be right at the bar.
There’s plenty of room at the bar,
Plenty of room at the bar,
If you don’t like the rat race, we’ve got the right place,
It’s plenty of room at the bar.
Cast away on the island of the misfit toys,
I spent my youth taking shit from all the girls and boys
‘till I learned to get along with me, myself and I.
I got soft, ‘cause good boys don’t cry.
They called me a freak, now I’m living up to the label,
I’m hungry as hell and I want my place at the table
So I stop into this high class joint.
Looking for some dinner, but the odds are getting thinner,
Yeah, I’m checking at the lobby, but they say I’m late.
They put my name at the bottom of the chart and say I have to wait
A dress code, who’s that guy over there?
Wearing the T shirt and jeans with all that gel in his hair.
That’s not fair, but I guess it’s just the way that it goes,
If you don’t have reservations, then you better know the host.
Otherwise, be advised, they’ll put you out with the trash,
In the cold, you’ll be begging for scraps.
But I’m not playing that game, I know a place down the street
Where they never judge a brother by the shoes on his feet,
They welcome everybody come from near and far,
There’s always plenty of room at the bar.
There’s plenty of room at the bar,
Plenty of room at the bar,
If you don’t like the rat race, we’ve got the right place,
It’s plenty of room at the bar.
There’s plenty of room at the bar.
Come on in, grab a seat,
Right here we ain’t bailing people, but you can tap your feet.
Now grab a drink and don’t stress,
We’re gonna treat you like a friend, no matter how you dress.
No matter where you come from, this is where you are,
Don’t swap the grill, sit back and chill,
Everybody here is gonna make you feel like a star.
There’s plenty of room at the bar,
Plenty of room at the bar,
If you don’t like the rat race, we’ve got the right place,
It’s plenty of room at the bar.
There’s plenty of room at the bar,
Plenty of room at the bar,
If you don’t like the rat race, we’ve got the right place,
It’s plenty of room at the bar.
There’s plenty of room at the bar,
There’s plenty of room at the bar,
There’s plenty of room at the bar.
All Of My Tomorrows lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Russell Dickerson)
Friday night, we were hanging out down at the river, everybody just chilling,
It was me and my boys and a whole bunch of girls, love and laugh in that feeling.
Nothing but a good time, Jinny looks so fine, I hear at boys it’s all on me,
Nothing but the blurr, just me and her, lost in the moment, it makes me wanna,
I’d trade all of my tomorrows just to keep on feeling like this,
These moments are better than anything I’m ever gonna miss.
Uh, baby.
Ain’t never gonna miss that, no.
Ain’t never gonna miss that.
Saturday, I woke up, tasted strawberry on my lips.
Man, I ain’t never danced like that, Lord, the girl moves those hips.
Momma’s jelly and the dad is telling me that I should really slow down,
It’s on the night and I’m still a ride, ‘cause this is my time and my town.
I’d trade all of my tomorrows just to keep on feeling like this,
These moments are better than anything I’m ever gonna miss.
Uh, baby.
Ain’t never gonna miss that.
Just when you’re young and all you do is race the sun
And every night you chase the moon,
You pray it doesn’t end too soon.
End too soon.
Saying
I’d trade all of my tomorrows just to keep on feeling like this,
These moments are better than anything I’m ever gonna miss.
I’d trade all of my tomorrows just to keep on feeling like this,
These moments are better than anything I’m ever gonna miss.
I’m never gonna miss that.
Never gonna miss that.
Ain’t never gonna miss that.
I’m never gonna miss that.
Ain’t never gonna miss that.
It was me and my boys and a whole bunch of girls, love and laugh in that feeling.
Nothing but a good time, Jinny looks so fine, I hear at boys it’s all on me,
Nothing but the blurr, just me and her, lost in the moment, it makes me wanna,
I’d trade all of my tomorrows just to keep on feeling like this,
These moments are better than anything I’m ever gonna miss.
Uh, baby.
Ain’t never gonna miss that, no.
Ain’t never gonna miss that.
Saturday, I woke up, tasted strawberry on my lips.
Man, I ain’t never danced like that, Lord, the girl moves those hips.
Momma’s jelly and the dad is telling me that I should really slow down,
It’s on the night and I’m still a ride, ‘cause this is my time and my town.
I’d trade all of my tomorrows just to keep on feeling like this,
These moments are better than anything I’m ever gonna miss.
Uh, baby.
Ain’t never gonna miss that.
Just when you’re young and all you do is race the sun
And every night you chase the moon,
You pray it doesn’t end too soon.
End too soon.
Saying
I’d trade all of my tomorrows just to keep on feeling like this,
These moments are better than anything I’m ever gonna miss.
I’d trade all of my tomorrows just to keep on feeling like this,
These moments are better than anything I’m ever gonna miss.
I’m never gonna miss that.
Never gonna miss that.
Ain’t never gonna miss that.
I’m never gonna miss that.
Ain’t never gonna miss that.
Happy In Hell lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Wanya Morris)
Between happy and hell, that’s where I’m living now,
I really wanna love her, but I just don’t think that I know how.
Can’t give her everything she needs, can’t give her anything I want,
Will it be about what I do? Will it be about what I don’t?
Will it be about what is right? Forget about what is wrong.
Will she love the man I am or the man that sings this damn song?
Don’t know if I’ll ever know the truth, it might not ever show.
But if I never tell the truth, then will she ever know?
Am I her shining light or just her darkest days?
I wonder if she’ll leave, hell, I wonder if she’d stayed.
Oh, God, I’m so confused, is it a lie or truth?
I’m in the crossroads, tell me which one to chose.
Is there a right or wrong? It’s getting hard to tell,
I need to know the price, and sure I’d buy a sale.
God, I really love her, but should I ever tell?
I guess I’ll just live here between happy and Hell.
I'm in a catch twenty-two
Damn, if I don’t damn, if I do
I’m in love with another girl
And I’ve been dreaming in another world
I’ve been living with the devil
While I’m creeping with an angel.
All’s well that ends well,
I guess I’ll be happy in hell.
To face a funny thing and life’s a crazy game,
You got lose all the winners, but everyone’s a sinner.
It’s hard to figure out, it’s like it’s all grey,
Where to say I wanna loss, but, really, who was he?
See, love is complicated, especially if she rated
For the one that never came, tell me who you wanna blame.
Is it the one in the mirror? My vision’s getting clearer.
My thoughts are still blurry, love, will you, please, hurry?
Don’t think that I can take it, love, will we ever make it?
And if I give you my heart, you promise not to break it?
Or maybe I was broke, I think I’m gonna choke,
Our emotions backing up, see, probably stacking up.
I’m looking for an exit, I’m getting boxed in,
The dogs are getting closer, gonna find my fox den.
The truth is on my tongue, I wonder, should I tell
Or maybe just let it lay between happy and Hell?
And when it gets twenty two
Damn, if I don’t damn, if I do
I’m in love with another girl
And I’ve been dreaming in another world
I’ve been living with the devil
While I’m creeping with an angel.
All’s well that ends well,
I guess I’ll be happy in hell.
Seem never getting closer, forever seeming further,
Will I be the one she loves, will I be the one that hurts her?
Oh, God, I can’t take it, her heart, I can’t break it.
So if we run fast, never look back and can we make it?
The truth is looking for us, but love is really screaming.
Is there a chance for us or am I just dreaming?
Is there a right way, is there a wrong path?
Gotta know which way to go, and will I cry or laugh.
My heart is really racing, the truth is still chasing,
I’m so afraid of it, my life is made of it.
Now let you all here, I guess I gotta tell
Which one I’m gonna pick, is it happy or Hell?
And when it gets twenty two
Damn, if I don’t damn, if I do
I’m in love with another girl
And I’ve been dreaming in another world
I’ve been living with the devil
While I’m creeping with an angel.
All’s well that ends well,
I guess I’ll be happy in hell.
I really wanna love her, but I just don’t think that I know how.
Can’t give her everything she needs, can’t give her anything I want,
Will it be about what I do? Will it be about what I don’t?
Will it be about what is right? Forget about what is wrong.
Will she love the man I am or the man that sings this damn song?
Don’t know if I’ll ever know the truth, it might not ever show.
But if I never tell the truth, then will she ever know?
Am I her shining light or just her darkest days?
I wonder if she’ll leave, hell, I wonder if she’d stayed.
Oh, God, I’m so confused, is it a lie or truth?
I’m in the crossroads, tell me which one to chose.
Is there a right or wrong? It’s getting hard to tell,
I need to know the price, and sure I’d buy a sale.
God, I really love her, but should I ever tell?
I guess I’ll just live here between happy and Hell.
I'm in a catch twenty-two
Damn, if I don’t damn, if I do
I’m in love with another girl
And I’ve been dreaming in another world
I’ve been living with the devil
While I’m creeping with an angel.
All’s well that ends well,
I guess I’ll be happy in hell.
To face a funny thing and life’s a crazy game,
You got lose all the winners, but everyone’s a sinner.
It’s hard to figure out, it’s like it’s all grey,
Where to say I wanna loss, but, really, who was he?
See, love is complicated, especially if she rated
For the one that never came, tell me who you wanna blame.
Is it the one in the mirror? My vision’s getting clearer.
My thoughts are still blurry, love, will you, please, hurry?
Don’t think that I can take it, love, will we ever make it?
And if I give you my heart, you promise not to break it?
Or maybe I was broke, I think I’m gonna choke,
Our emotions backing up, see, probably stacking up.
I’m looking for an exit, I’m getting boxed in,
The dogs are getting closer, gonna find my fox den.
The truth is on my tongue, I wonder, should I tell
Or maybe just let it lay between happy and Hell?
And when it gets twenty two
Damn, if I don’t damn, if I do
I’m in love with another girl
And I’ve been dreaming in another world
I’ve been living with the devil
While I’m creeping with an angel.
All’s well that ends well,
I guess I’ll be happy in hell.
Seem never getting closer, forever seeming further,
Will I be the one she loves, will I be the one that hurts her?
Oh, God, I can’t take it, her heart, I can’t break it.
So if we run fast, never look back and can we make it?
The truth is looking for us, but love is really screaming.
Is there a chance for us or am I just dreaming?
Is there a right way, is there a wrong path?
Gotta know which way to go, and will I cry or laugh.
My heart is really racing, the truth is still chasing,
I’m so afraid of it, my life is made of it.
Now let you all here, I guess I gotta tell
Which one I’m gonna pick, is it happy or Hell?
And when it gets twenty two
Damn, if I don’t damn, if I do
I’m in love with another girl
And I’ve been dreaming in another world
I’ve been living with the devil
While I’m creeping with an angel.
All’s well that ends well,
I guess I’ll be happy in hell.
50/50 lyrics - Colt Ford
Fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty.
When you came rolling round, loud and proud,
With your boys talking about all that city slang,
Act like we don’t know a thing,
Just like we’re some backwards rejects, belly ride a bad chick
Last fishing, cousin kissing, nothing but a bunch of rednecks.
I’m about to let you know, son, we was raised on these shotguns
And none of us ever gonna back down, we’re proud of being smacked down.
Reddels too, we’re closed before you keep running that lip,
‘cause there’s a fifty-fifty chance that you might get your ass whipped.
Fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty.
Let me tell you how it’s going down, all up in here,
Everybody know just who you is, momma, daddy and your kids,
Seen you at the Walmart, caught you over about the deary queen,
Called your wife about an hour ago, said you sat in a bar with Joeline.
Now you’re talking crazy, talk son, drugers in your heart, they walk, son.
Tell ‘em there’s you the big cheese, momma gonna knock you to your knees.
If you go home and tell that country girl that bullshit, there’s a fifty-fifty chance that you might get your ass whipped.
Fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty.
When you came rolling round, loud and proud,
With your boys talking about all that city slang,
Act like we don’t know a thing,
Just like we’re some backwards rejects, belly ride a bad chick
Last fishing, cousin kissing, nothing but a bunch of rednecks.
I’m about to let you know, son, we was raised on these shotguns
And none of us ever gonna back down, we’re proud of being smacked down.
Reddels too, we’re closed before you keep running that lip,
‘cause there’s a fifty-fifty chance that you might get your ass whipped.
Fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty.
Let me tell you how it’s going down, all up in here,
Everybody know just who you is, momma, daddy and your kids,
Seen you at the Walmart, caught you over about the deary queen,
Called your wife about an hour ago, said you sat in a bar with Joeline.
Now you’re talking crazy, talk son, drugers in your heart, they walk, son.
Tell ‘em there’s you the big cheese, momma gonna knock you to your knees.
If you go home and tell that country girl that bullshit, there’s a fifty-fifty chance that you might get your ass whipped.
Fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty, fifty-fifty.
Way Too Early lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Darius Rucker)
You said you gotta go, go ahead, girl,
Go ahead and break my heart.
Oh, I know you gotta leave,
You probably should before we take this thing too far.
But I’d been having such a good time,
Girl, I know I need to get you back.
But when you’re having such a good time
It’s kind of easy to get on track.
Somehow the rain comes way too early,
Somehow “it’s over” comes way too soon,
‘cause it feels like we just got here,
I sure hate to waste the big all movie
At all these stars, you in my arms is right where you’re supposed to be.
Sometimes rain comes way too early for me.
So climb over here, slow down over over here next to me,
Now you gotta get closer, I get alone so with you all the way across the sea.
No we’re pulling off the driveway, I see the headlights in your house.
Girl, I miss you, already, and you ain’t even got out.
Somehow the rain comes way too early,
Somehow “it’s over” comes way too soon,
‘cause it feels like we just got here,
I sure hate to waste the big all movie
At all these stars, you in my arms is right where you’re supposed to be.
Sometimes rain comes way too early for me.
Missing good night, sure it’s taught,
And one more kiss just ain’t enough
Somehow the rain comes way too early,
Somehow “it’s over” comes way too soon,
‘cause it feels like we just got here,
I sure hate to waste the big all movie
At all these stars, you in my arms is right where you’re supposed to be.
Sometimes rain comes way too early for me.
Way too early for me.
Way too early for me.
Go ahead and break my heart.
Oh, I know you gotta leave,
You probably should before we take this thing too far.
But I’d been having such a good time,
Girl, I know I need to get you back.
But when you’re having such a good time
It’s kind of easy to get on track.
Somehow the rain comes way too early,
Somehow “it’s over” comes way too soon,
‘cause it feels like we just got here,
I sure hate to waste the big all movie
At all these stars, you in my arms is right where you’re supposed to be.
Sometimes rain comes way too early for me.
So climb over here, slow down over over here next to me,
Now you gotta get closer, I get alone so with you all the way across the sea.
No we’re pulling off the driveway, I see the headlights in your house.
Girl, I miss you, already, and you ain’t even got out.
Somehow the rain comes way too early,
Somehow “it’s over” comes way too soon,
‘cause it feels like we just got here,
I sure hate to waste the big all movie
At all these stars, you in my arms is right where you’re supposed to be.
Sometimes rain comes way too early for me.
Missing good night, sure it’s taught,
And one more kiss just ain’t enough
Somehow the rain comes way too early,
Somehow “it’s over” comes way too soon,
‘cause it feels like we just got here,
I sure hate to waste the big all movie
At all these stars, you in my arms is right where you’re supposed to be.
Sometimes rain comes way too early for me.
Way too early for me.
Way too early for me.
Angels & Demons lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Lamar Williams, Jr)
I remember Sunday morning getting up when I's a kid,
Heading down towards that steeple, that's what folks back then did,
We'd sing all five uh them verses from Amazing Grace,
Then daddy'd drop hard earned money in the offerin' plate.
After Sunday school it was Davis brother's chicken,
Tea was sweeter than molasses, funny how time passes.
Never knew back then how my life would be now,
How far I'd wander off that narrow road I went down.
[Choral singing:] "What A Friend We Have In Jesus"
Don't know where I'm going or where it's all gone,
Sometimes I feel like I sold my soul for a song.
I'm surrounded by all of these six string dreams,
Standing in the spot line and can't see a thing.
I'm sick and damn tired of all the hustlin' and schemin'
I'd give it all up to get back to even.
I'm looking around for something I can still believe in,
I'm dreaming of angels, but living with demons.
I think about my life now and what it used to be,
Now that I've seen behind the curtain, nothin's new to me.
I know some fallen angels tried to take me down
And I've got a few good time buddies, whiskey bent and hell bound.
Another sleepless night with a rock guitar,
It's screaming in my veins, 'bout to drive me insane.
But I woke up Sunday morning to the church's bells ringing
And somewhere in my heart there's still a choir singing.
[Choral singing:] "What A Friend We Have In Jesus"
Don't know where I'm going or where it's all gone,
Sometimes I feel like I sold my soul for a song.
I'm surrounded by all of these six string dreams,
Standing in the spot line and can't see a thing.
I'm sick and damn tired of all the hustlin' and schemin'
I'd give it all up to get back to even.
I'm looking around for something I can still believe in,
I'm dreaming of angels, but living with demons.
Hey, how you doing?
I know it's been a while.
I've been running crazy, and that ain't really no excuse, but
This whole world is running crazy,
People killing each other, fighting wars,
We forgot about You and a lot of places
And the truth is, we still really need You,
I really need You.
So I promise I won't stay away so long next time.
I'll be back sooner than later.
Thanks for always carrying me when I was too weak to walk.
Well, I gotta get out of here, but I'll talk to You again soon.
Thanks, God.
Heading down towards that steeple, that's what folks back then did,
We'd sing all five uh them verses from Amazing Grace,
Then daddy'd drop hard earned money in the offerin' plate.
After Sunday school it was Davis brother's chicken,
Tea was sweeter than molasses, funny how time passes.
Never knew back then how my life would be now,
How far I'd wander off that narrow road I went down.
[Choral singing:] "What A Friend We Have In Jesus"
Don't know where I'm going or where it's all gone,
Sometimes I feel like I sold my soul for a song.
I'm surrounded by all of these six string dreams,
Standing in the spot line and can't see a thing.
I'm sick and damn tired of all the hustlin' and schemin'
I'd give it all up to get back to even.
I'm looking around for something I can still believe in,
I'm dreaming of angels, but living with demons.
I think about my life now and what it used to be,
Now that I've seen behind the curtain, nothin's new to me.
I know some fallen angels tried to take me down
And I've got a few good time buddies, whiskey bent and hell bound.
Another sleepless night with a rock guitar,
It's screaming in my veins, 'bout to drive me insane.
But I woke up Sunday morning to the church's bells ringing
And somewhere in my heart there's still a choir singing.
[Choral singing:] "What A Friend We Have In Jesus"
Don't know where I'm going or where it's all gone,
Sometimes I feel like I sold my soul for a song.
I'm surrounded by all of these six string dreams,
Standing in the spot line and can't see a thing.
I'm sick and damn tired of all the hustlin' and schemin'
I'd give it all up to get back to even.
I'm looking around for something I can still believe in,
I'm dreaming of angels, but living with demons.
Hey, how you doing?
I know it's been a while.
I've been running crazy, and that ain't really no excuse, but
This whole world is running crazy,
People killing each other, fighting wars,
We forgot about You and a lot of places
And the truth is, we still really need You,
I really need You.
So I promise I won't stay away so long next time.
I'll be back sooner than later.
Thanks for always carrying me when I was too weak to walk.
Well, I gotta get out of here, but I'll talk to You again soon.
Thanks, God.
Country Thang lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Eric Church)
Shotgun shack on the edge of town
It's where I'll be when the sun goes down
Big money, bird dog barkin' out back
Wouldn't trade him in for a Cadillac
County wanna pave my old dirt road
Went to the courthouse, said "Hell no"
It's a country thang, it's a fish on a string
Mary Jane chompin' on a chicken wing
It's a tire swing on a riverbank
It's the way we talk, it's the way we sing
It's either in your blood or it ain't
It's a country thang
Known my girl since she was fourteen
She's the first runner up to the Hard Candy Cotton Queen
She was raised on cornbread, purple hull peas
She turns 'em heads at the feed 'n seed
She rides in the middle of my four-wheel drive
Got a honey hole way back in the pines
It's a country thang, it's some cutoff jeans
Paintin' her toes on a porch swing
Sweet like sugar cane, come a good rain
Make a little love while the tin roof sings
It's either in your blood or it ain't
It's a country thang
It's a country thang, barefoot and crazy
Fried green tomatoes and sawmill gravy
Takin' pride in workin' hard for a livin'
Pray before meals, it feels good givin'
Back to the needy, greedy's not us
Thank God for it, even if it ain't much
That's how we does it down here in the mud
What else can I say, y'all, it's in my blood
It's either in your blood or it ain't
That's how we does it 'round here
It's either in your blood or it ain't
C'mon, y'all
It's a country thang
It's a country thang
It's a country thang
It's just a country thang
It's where I'll be when the sun goes down
Big money, bird dog barkin' out back
Wouldn't trade him in for a Cadillac
County wanna pave my old dirt road
Went to the courthouse, said "Hell no"
It's a country thang, it's a fish on a string
Mary Jane chompin' on a chicken wing
It's a tire swing on a riverbank
It's the way we talk, it's the way we sing
It's either in your blood or it ain't
It's a country thang
Known my girl since she was fourteen
She's the first runner up to the Hard Candy Cotton Queen
She was raised on cornbread, purple hull peas
She turns 'em heads at the feed 'n seed
She rides in the middle of my four-wheel drive
Got a honey hole way back in the pines
It's a country thang, it's some cutoff jeans
Paintin' her toes on a porch swing
Sweet like sugar cane, come a good rain
Make a little love while the tin roof sings
It's either in your blood or it ain't
It's a country thang
It's a country thang, barefoot and crazy
Fried green tomatoes and sawmill gravy
Takin' pride in workin' hard for a livin'
Pray before meals, it feels good givin'
Back to the needy, greedy's not us
Thank God for it, even if it ain't much
That's how we does it down here in the mud
What else can I say, y'all, it's in my blood
It's either in your blood or it ain't
That's how we does it 'round here
It's either in your blood or it ain't
C'mon, y'all
It's a country thang
It's a country thang
It's a country thang
It's just a country thang
Work It Out lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Luke Bryan)
Ain't enough hours in the day,
It sure does feel like all work and no play
Honey I know that the grass ain't mown,
The car ain't washed and the leaves ain't blown
I'm a get it just soon as I can,
Lord it's hard to be an everyday man
But darlin' if you're willin' when I get home,
I'll put the kids to bed and get you all alone
And we can...
Work it out
Why don't we start right now?
Whatever gets you next to me
No doubt girl it's gonna be, workin'
Let's work it out
This ole world is so tough
Sometimes I think that I had enough
Back still hurtin', bills keep comin'
Boss still yellin', truck quit runnin'
Ain't no tellin' what'd happen next
Try not to break while I drive and text
But darlin' if you're willin' when I get home,
I'll put the kids to bed and get you all alone
And we can...
Work it out
Why don't we start right now?
Whatever gets you next to me
No doubt girl it's gonna be, workin'
Let's work it out
Baby it's true, all I need is you
Just unplug the phone
Let me get you all alone...
And work it out
Why don't we start right now?
Whatever gets you next to me
No doubt girl it's gonna be, workin'
(I'll put the kids to bed) We gotta work it
(We'll unplug the phone) Baby work it
(Come on baby) Let's work it out
(Let me get ya all alone)
It sure does feel like all work and no play
Honey I know that the grass ain't mown,
The car ain't washed and the leaves ain't blown
I'm a get it just soon as I can,
Lord it's hard to be an everyday man
But darlin' if you're willin' when I get home,
I'll put the kids to bed and get you all alone
And we can...
Work it out
Why don't we start right now?
Whatever gets you next to me
No doubt girl it's gonna be, workin'
Let's work it out
This ole world is so tough
Sometimes I think that I had enough
Back still hurtin', bills keep comin'
Boss still yellin', truck quit runnin'
Ain't no tellin' what'd happen next
Try not to break while I drive and text
But darlin' if you're willin' when I get home,
I'll put the kids to bed and get you all alone
And we can...
Work it out
Why don't we start right now?
Whatever gets you next to me
No doubt girl it's gonna be, workin'
Let's work it out
Baby it's true, all I need is you
Just unplug the phone
Let me get you all alone...
And work it out
Why don't we start right now?
Whatever gets you next to me
No doubt girl it's gonna be, workin'
(I'll put the kids to bed) We gotta work it
(We'll unplug the phone) Baby work it
(Come on baby) Let's work it out
(Let me get ya all alone)
Waste Some Time lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Nappy Roots & Nic Cowan)
[Hook]
I've been told I need to focus on my life
Work a little harder, do my part, start livin right
I ain't got the answers, but I think I seen the light
Cause since I met you, all I wanna do is
Waste some time [repeated x12]
[Verse 1]
Now I'm a three hundred pound red neck rebel
I'm a God-fearing man, who's had to dance with devil
The Lord I pray my soul to take
If I should ever die before I wake
But see, right now I just wanna love and live
And show this country girl what I got to give
My whole heap and hep of country fun,
Full of four wheel drive, dirt road and shotgun
Ain't nothing better than being out in the woods
With Nic and Nappy Roots and blazin' that good good
Lord I'ma tell You we're doin' it just right
Got my Playboy bunny right by my side
This is me and my girl and ol' Sick Em Sam
In a flatbed Ford off the Copperhead Dam
Listen to Jennings sing that lonesome song
It's all just right, y'all can keep the wrong.
[Hook]
I've been told I need to focus on my life
Work a little harder, do my part, start livin right
I ain't got the answers, but I think I seen the light
Since I met you, all I wanna do is
Waste some time
[Verse 2]
With my feet up, lawn chair beat up
I'm on my third six pack, player can you keep up?
Got it right deep in the sticks, wanna see us?
Front yard golf field bought em, wanna tee up?
Cataracts here tell Jenny go re-up
Bulldog been every truck throw a G up
Hospital, school and the church one street up
Talk more proper when the city folks greet us
Tired of goin to jail so I learned how to chill
Me and the lil lady have a ball every Chri
Friends and a keg and the country boy meal
I should write a menu how a country boy live
Luck no love, or bucks no buck
Someone hand me a ball and a truck-boat-truck.
I've never been rich but I really don't want much,
Just a roof and some good liquor in my cup.
[Hook]
I've been told I need to focus on my life
Work a little harder, do my part, start livin right
I ain't got the answers, but I think I seen the light
Cause since I met you, all I wanna do is
Waste some time
[Verse 3]
I got five on the wood, twenty on the keg
I been left the hood, yep I did what I said
Momma I'm good 'bout as cool as they come
We cooked a whole hog and love chicken where I'm from
I used to be the bomb, now to think I'm fresh
Still rock my same jeans and keep the liquor to myself
Got a little wealth so I gotta thank the Lord,
Couldn't do it by myself, got some help from Colt Ford
Now we in a Ford, and we travel on a gravel road
He said he knew a spot, where the music and the liquor flow
And of course I'm down like four flats
Drove a country mile, took a left to be exact
Led us smack dab in the middle of the sticks
Now I had seen a lot of things, but nothing like this
A bunch of pretty women, nothin' less than a dime
Colt Ford and Nappy Roots so you know we gonna waste some time
[Hook]
I've been told I need to focus on my life
Work a little harder, do my part, start livin right
I ain't got the answers, but I think I seen the light
Cause since I met you, all I wanna do is
Waste some time [repeated x6]
I've been told I need to focus on my life
Work a little harder, do my part, start livin right
I ain't got the answers, but I think I seen the light
Cause since I met you, all I wanna do is
Waste some time [repeated x12]
[Verse 1]
Now I'm a three hundred pound red neck rebel
I'm a God-fearing man, who's had to dance with devil
The Lord I pray my soul to take
If I should ever die before I wake
But see, right now I just wanna love and live
And show this country girl what I got to give
My whole heap and hep of country fun,
Full of four wheel drive, dirt road and shotgun
Ain't nothing better than being out in the woods
With Nic and Nappy Roots and blazin' that good good
Lord I'ma tell You we're doin' it just right
Got my Playboy bunny right by my side
This is me and my girl and ol' Sick Em Sam
In a flatbed Ford off the Copperhead Dam
Listen to Jennings sing that lonesome song
It's all just right, y'all can keep the wrong.
[Hook]
I've been told I need to focus on my life
Work a little harder, do my part, start livin right
I ain't got the answers, but I think I seen the light
Since I met you, all I wanna do is
Waste some time
[Verse 2]
With my feet up, lawn chair beat up
I'm on my third six pack, player can you keep up?
Got it right deep in the sticks, wanna see us?
Front yard golf field bought em, wanna tee up?
Cataracts here tell Jenny go re-up
Bulldog been every truck throw a G up
Hospital, school and the church one street up
Talk more proper when the city folks greet us
Tired of goin to jail so I learned how to chill
Me and the lil lady have a ball every Chri
Friends and a keg and the country boy meal
I should write a menu how a country boy live
Luck no love, or bucks no buck
Someone hand me a ball and a truck-boat-truck.
I've never been rich but I really don't want much,
Just a roof and some good liquor in my cup.
[Hook]
I've been told I need to focus on my life
Work a little harder, do my part, start livin right
I ain't got the answers, but I think I seen the light
Cause since I met you, all I wanna do is
Waste some time
[Verse 3]
I got five on the wood, twenty on the keg
I been left the hood, yep I did what I said
Momma I'm good 'bout as cool as they come
We cooked a whole hog and love chicken where I'm from
I used to be the bomb, now to think I'm fresh
Still rock my same jeans and keep the liquor to myself
Got a little wealth so I gotta thank the Lord,
Couldn't do it by myself, got some help from Colt Ford
Now we in a Ford, and we travel on a gravel road
He said he knew a spot, where the music and the liquor flow
And of course I'm down like four flats
Drove a country mile, took a left to be exact
Led us smack dab in the middle of the sticks
Now I had seen a lot of things, but nothing like this
A bunch of pretty women, nothin' less than a dime
Colt Ford and Nappy Roots so you know we gonna waste some time
[Hook]
I've been told I need to focus on my life
Work a little harder, do my part, start livin right
I ain't got the answers, but I think I seen the light
Cause since I met you, all I wanna do is
Waste some time [repeated x6]
Do It With My Eyes Closed lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Josh Thompson)
I busted my knuckles all day in the hot sun
B-burned me up
But I wrapped that chain around that big black motor
Finally pulled it out of my truck
I took a little break, sitting in the shade
Trying to catch my breath
Well, baby, I'm afraid, one of these days
I'ma work myself to death
But loving you is so easy
I can do it with my eyes closed, baby
Day and night, night and day, sound asleep, wide awake
Loving you is something I know
And I can do it with my eyes closed, baby
Well, baby, I could have never made it through college
I barely got my G.E.D
I don't know why but things in life
They come twice as hard for me
I fight my way through work all day
Till I get home to you
When I walk through that door I know
What I was born to do
But loving you is so easy
I can do it with my eyes closed, baby
Day and night, night and day, sound asleep, wide awake
Loving you is something I know
And I can do it with my eyes closed,
You make me feel like a genius
Like I'm Superman
Everything comes naturally
It falls right into my hands
Loving you is so easy
I can do it with my eyes closed, baby
Day and night, night and day, sound asleep, wide awake
Loving you is something I know
And I can do it with my eyes closed, baby
Day and night, night and day, sound asleep, wide awake
Loving you is something I know
And I can do it with my eyes closed, baby
I can do it with my eyes closed
B-burned me up
But I wrapped that chain around that big black motor
Finally pulled it out of my truck
I took a little break, sitting in the shade
Trying to catch my breath
Well, baby, I'm afraid, one of these days
I'ma work myself to death
But loving you is so easy
I can do it with my eyes closed, baby
Day and night, night and day, sound asleep, wide awake
Loving you is something I know
And I can do it with my eyes closed, baby
Well, baby, I could have never made it through college
I barely got my G.E.D
I don't know why but things in life
They come twice as hard for me
I fight my way through work all day
Till I get home to you
When I walk through that door I know
What I was born to do
But loving you is so easy
I can do it with my eyes closed, baby
Day and night, night and day, sound asleep, wide awake
Loving you is something I know
And I can do it with my eyes closed,
You make me feel like a genius
Like I'm Superman
Everything comes naturally
It falls right into my hands
Loving you is so easy
I can do it with my eyes closed, baby
Day and night, night and day, sound asleep, wide awake
Loving you is something I know
And I can do it with my eyes closed, baby
Day and night, night and day, sound asleep, wide awake
Loving you is something I know
And I can do it with my eyes closed, baby
I can do it with my eyes closed
This Is Our Song lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Danny Boone of Rehab)
It's the mudslingin', country singin' redneck stunner
Imma show you who I am if you really think you wanna
take a ride down the dirty road, show ya where the still is
skeered? stay at home son, this is where the real is
Folks 'round her still believe in God
and the right to tote a gun and our flag don't run
ain't askin' you fo nothin' if we can't get it on our own
tell the government to leave my check and church alone
Y'all can do y'all and we'll do us
and our money should always say "In God We Trust"
So if you think like that, then you one of us
if not then move on and leave us alone
Cuz country folk can survive, jus' ask Hank
leave my money in my pocket y'all can have the bank
I'm tryin to tell ya we smarter than some of y'all think
even though we talk slow all of y'all should know that..
[Hook:]
This is our song everybody sing it
clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean it
Stand our ground and we don't back down
if you're from a small town and you're never gonna leave it
This is our song everybody sing it
clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean
Stand our ground and we don't back down
and if you don't like it then don't come around
[Verse:]
We come from hardworking people, they can't stand a thief
don't like a liar, freezer full of deer meat
home grown tomatoes in the kitchen window
Daddy is a deacon, mama sings "Swing Low"
at the church in the choir, Sunday dinners on the fire
Colt Ford Danny Boone gettin' mud up on the tires
We represent our folk but don't take us for a joke
we got a cooler full of boo and a pocket full of smoke
Yeah we country as corn bread, and pumpin' Nappy Roots
and if it ain't funeral we ain't gon' wear a suit
We peein' off the front porch, peein' of da back
cuz we livin' in da boonies and they don't know where we at
Can't market us urban, won't market us rural
drinkin' moonshine till we drunk and seein' plural
Small town livin' and we don't give a damn
if yo Hollywood or not, cuz we know who we am
[Repeat Hook]
[Verse:]
Ain't funny how the money change who you is
sell your sould to teh devil be a star in his biz
give up everything so you can play this game
make a buncha folks happy that don't know yo name
Don't worry 'bout me, Imma spit the truth
see I gotta represent for our country youth
and keep hope alive, cuz I will survive
with a shotgun baby and a four wheel drive
I'm buck huntin' dog runnin' playin' in a mud hole
pumping Johnny Cash, haulin' ass down a back road
Love it in the country where my soul is free
In God and my family is all I need, sing it
[Repeat Hook x2]
Imma show you who I am if you really think you wanna
take a ride down the dirty road, show ya where the still is
skeered? stay at home son, this is where the real is
Folks 'round her still believe in God
and the right to tote a gun and our flag don't run
ain't askin' you fo nothin' if we can't get it on our own
tell the government to leave my check and church alone
Y'all can do y'all and we'll do us
and our money should always say "In God We Trust"
So if you think like that, then you one of us
if not then move on and leave us alone
Cuz country folk can survive, jus' ask Hank
leave my money in my pocket y'all can have the bank
I'm tryin to tell ya we smarter than some of y'all think
even though we talk slow all of y'all should know that..
[Hook:]
This is our song everybody sing it
clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean it
Stand our ground and we don't back down
if you're from a small town and you're never gonna leave it
This is our song everybody sing it
clap your hands y'all and do it like you mean
Stand our ground and we don't back down
and if you don't like it then don't come around
[Verse:]
We come from hardworking people, they can't stand a thief
don't like a liar, freezer full of deer meat
home grown tomatoes in the kitchen window
Daddy is a deacon, mama sings "Swing Low"
at the church in the choir, Sunday dinners on the fire
Colt Ford Danny Boone gettin' mud up on the tires
We represent our folk but don't take us for a joke
we got a cooler full of boo and a pocket full of smoke
Yeah we country as corn bread, and pumpin' Nappy Roots
and if it ain't funeral we ain't gon' wear a suit
We peein' off the front porch, peein' of da back
cuz we livin' in da boonies and they don't know where we at
Can't market us urban, won't market us rural
drinkin' moonshine till we drunk and seein' plural
Small town livin' and we don't give a damn
if yo Hollywood or not, cuz we know who we am
[Repeat Hook]
[Verse:]
Ain't funny how the money change who you is
sell your sould to teh devil be a star in his biz
give up everything so you can play this game
make a buncha folks happy that don't know yo name
Don't worry 'bout me, Imma spit the truth
see I gotta represent for our country youth
and keep hope alive, cuz I will survive
with a shotgun baby and a four wheel drive
I'm buck huntin' dog runnin' playin' in a mud hole
pumping Johnny Cash, haulin' ass down a back road
Love it in the country where my soul is free
In God and my family is all I need, sing it
[Repeat Hook x2]
Titty's Beer lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Trent Tomlinson)
Let me tell ya'll a little story
Growin' up I remember one year
My uncle Titus had a bright idear
He's gonna bottle up his own brew
He figured he could make a million or two
Taste wasn't gonna be his claim to fame
What he was bankin' on was all in the name
He called it
[Chorus]
Titty's Titty's Titty's Beer
Just the thing to get you grinnin' ear to ear
Whether you're from the country or a big ol' city
One things for sure everybody loves titty's
He had his marketing plan worked up
He's gonna sell 'em all in big ol' jugs
He wouldn't package 'em in a six pack
He's gonna sell 'em by the pair and call it a rack
And he was sure it was the next big thing
With Dolly Parton in his ad campaign
Selling
[Chorus]
Happy hour two for one
Talkin' 'bout a beer buzz son
After work at the ball game or shootin' the bull
Anytime is the right time for a big ol' hand full of
[Chorus]
One things for sure everybody loves titty's
When you work real hard and your day's gone shitty
What could be better than a big ol' mouthful of titty's
Growin' up I remember one year
My uncle Titus had a bright idear
He's gonna bottle up his own brew
He figured he could make a million or two
Taste wasn't gonna be his claim to fame
What he was bankin' on was all in the name
He called it
[Chorus]
Titty's Titty's Titty's Beer
Just the thing to get you grinnin' ear to ear
Whether you're from the country or a big ol' city
One things for sure everybody loves titty's
He had his marketing plan worked up
He's gonna sell 'em all in big ol' jugs
He wouldn't package 'em in a six pack
He's gonna sell 'em by the pair and call it a rack
And he was sure it was the next big thing
With Dolly Parton in his ad campaign
Selling
[Chorus]
Happy hour two for one
Talkin' 'bout a beer buzz son
After work at the ball game or shootin' the bull
Anytime is the right time for a big ol' hand full of
[Chorus]
One things for sure everybody loves titty's
When you work real hard and your day's gone shitty
What could be better than a big ol' mouthful of titty's
She Likes To Ride In Trucks lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Craig Morgan)
It seems like yesterday we were bringing you home
I was so scared to hold you, now I'm scared to let go
Know that growin' up was just a part of your life
From baby to young lady, from woman to wife
Not everything I do seems to be wrong
Dear God, will you please let her hear my song
This road life leads could be so long
Lord I pray that she will always know her way home
[Hook: Craig Morgan]
She likes to ride in trucks
She don't need me around, near as much
I wish I could slow her down
But my baby's growin' up
And she likes to ride in trucks
Man it's funny how time flies when I look in her eyes
I used to see me, now I see him
As life [?] didn't know he'd became a man
And I realized that I used to be him
She used to run to me, now she's runnin' for the door
Chasin' my own dreams and doing my own thing
It's time for you to make your own mark in the world
But to me you'll always be daddy's little girl
[Hook: Craig Morgan]
Yes, she likes to ride in trucks
She don't need me around, near as much
I wish I could slow her down
But my baby's growin' up
She likes to ride in trucks
[Bridge: Craig Morgan (Colt Ford)]
When he shook my hand and looked me in the eyes
He promised me that she'd be home on time
(Yeah he's a pretty good kid) Oh yeah
(But I was sixteen once)
[Hook: Craig Morgan]
She likes to ride in trucks
She don't need me around, near as much
I wish I could slow her down
But my baby's growin' up
She likes to ride in trucks
I wish I could slow her down
But my baby's growin' up
She likes to ride in trucks
I was so scared to hold you, now I'm scared to let go
Know that growin' up was just a part of your life
From baby to young lady, from woman to wife
Not everything I do seems to be wrong
Dear God, will you please let her hear my song
This road life leads could be so long
Lord I pray that she will always know her way home
[Hook: Craig Morgan]
She likes to ride in trucks
She don't need me around, near as much
I wish I could slow her down
But my baby's growin' up
And she likes to ride in trucks
Man it's funny how time flies when I look in her eyes
I used to see me, now I see him
As life [?] didn't know he'd became a man
And I realized that I used to be him
She used to run to me, now she's runnin' for the door
Chasin' my own dreams and doing my own thing
It's time for you to make your own mark in the world
But to me you'll always be daddy's little girl
[Hook: Craig Morgan]
Yes, she likes to ride in trucks
She don't need me around, near as much
I wish I could slow her down
But my baby's growin' up
She likes to ride in trucks
[Bridge: Craig Morgan (Colt Ford)]
When he shook my hand and looked me in the eyes
He promised me that she'd be home on time
(Yeah he's a pretty good kid) Oh yeah
(But I was sixteen once)
[Hook: Craig Morgan]
She likes to ride in trucks
She don't need me around, near as much
I wish I could slow her down
But my baby's growin' up
She likes to ride in trucks
I wish I could slow her down
But my baby's growin' up
She likes to ride in trucks
Pipe The Sunshine In lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Tyler Farr)
I been hipper, folks, talking 'bout the Boondocks
Singing 'bout the hollers waiting back in the woods
Don't know nothing, ain't ever been mudding
Gotta get a little dirty like a country boy should
Come on down, pitch a rib, get a swallow
Son, we live so far back in the hollow
We'll pipe the sunshine in and the moonshine out
Gonna show you what a real hillbilly's about
Light up the smoke and pass the jug around
Get drunk in a good ol' round
Ain't hayseed, honey, don't care about the money
Just a super big black muffler's sound
We're tearing it up and throwing it down
We'll pipe the sunshine in and the moonshine out
You wanna know how to get here, follow them John Deeres
Place this small ain't on the map
Whiskey in the mountain and, Lord, I just love it here
Get a little swig of this sour mash
Come on down, pitch a rib, get a swallow
Son, we live so far back in the hollow
We'll pipe the sunshine in and the moonshine out
Gonna show you what a real hillbilly's about
Light up the smoke and pass the jug around
Get drunk in a good ol' round
Ain't hayseed, honey, don't care about the money
Just a super big black muffler's sound
We're tearing it up and throwing it down
We'll pipe the sunshine in and the moonshine out
Come on down, if you think you can hang
We'll be kicking up dust and raise us a Cain
This a hillbilly hoedown, redneck throw down
Country kind of thing
We'll pipe the sunshine in and the moonshine out
We'll show you what a real hillbilly's about
Light up your smoke, pass the jug around
Get drunk in a good ol' round, yeah
Ain't hayseed, honey, don't care about the money
Just a super big black muffler's sound
We're tearing it up and throwing it down
We'll pipe the sunshine in, we'll pipe the sunshine in
We'll pipe the sunshine in, yeah, and the moonshine out
Way back in the back roads
We'll pipe the sunshine in and the moonshine out
Singing 'bout the hollers waiting back in the woods
Don't know nothing, ain't ever been mudding
Gotta get a little dirty like a country boy should
Come on down, pitch a rib, get a swallow
Son, we live so far back in the hollow
We'll pipe the sunshine in and the moonshine out
Gonna show you what a real hillbilly's about
Light up the smoke and pass the jug around
Get drunk in a good ol' round
Ain't hayseed, honey, don't care about the money
Just a super big black muffler's sound
We're tearing it up and throwing it down
We'll pipe the sunshine in and the moonshine out
You wanna know how to get here, follow them John Deeres
Place this small ain't on the map
Whiskey in the mountain and, Lord, I just love it here
Get a little swig of this sour mash
Come on down, pitch a rib, get a swallow
Son, we live so far back in the hollow
We'll pipe the sunshine in and the moonshine out
Gonna show you what a real hillbilly's about
Light up the smoke and pass the jug around
Get drunk in a good ol' round
Ain't hayseed, honey, don't care about the money
Just a super big black muffler's sound
We're tearing it up and throwing it down
We'll pipe the sunshine in and the moonshine out
Come on down, if you think you can hang
We'll be kicking up dust and raise us a Cain
This a hillbilly hoedown, redneck throw down
Country kind of thing
We'll pipe the sunshine in and the moonshine out
We'll show you what a real hillbilly's about
Light up your smoke, pass the jug around
Get drunk in a good ol' round, yeah
Ain't hayseed, honey, don't care about the money
Just a super big black muffler's sound
We're tearing it up and throwing it down
We'll pipe the sunshine in, we'll pipe the sunshine in
We'll pipe the sunshine in, yeah, and the moonshine out
Way back in the back roads
We'll pipe the sunshine in and the moonshine out
Every Chance I Get lyrics - Colt Ford
I used to spend every night
Chasin' whiskey and skirts and neon lights
(Short skirts)
I stumble in, eyes bloodshot red
And the sun comin' up and mama shakin' her head
(Sorry mama)
But every boy's gotta grow up and be a man some day
Oh and it took a while but I finally changed my ways
So now
I only do it every chance I get
It ain't a habit, I got a handle on it
It ain't an all day, everyday thang
Unless I think I can
Used to be mornin', noon and night
Now I couldn't stop it and I ain't lyin'
I slowed down so much, you could say I quit
'Cause now I only do it every chance I get
Well, the first time I laid eyes on you
I knew my wilder days were through
So long
And after that first time behind closed doors
I didn't wanna run with the boys no more
(I really want more)
Your kinda love makes a man wanna stay at home
But I had to finally find some self control
So now
I only do it every chance I get
It ain't a habit, I got a handle on it
It ain't an all day, everyday thang
Unless you want to, baby
Used to be mornin', noon and night
Now I couldn't stop it and I ain't lyin'
I slowed down so much, you could say I quit
'Cause now I only do it every chance I get
I only do it every chance I get
It ain't a habit, I got a handle on it
It ain't an all day, everyday thang
Unless I've got the time
It used to be mornin', noon and night
Now I couldn't stop it and I ain't lyin'
I slowed down so much, you could say I quit
'Cause now I only do it every chance I get
Every chance I get
(Every chance I get)
Come on
Chasin' whiskey and skirts and neon lights
(Short skirts)
I stumble in, eyes bloodshot red
And the sun comin' up and mama shakin' her head
(Sorry mama)
But every boy's gotta grow up and be a man some day
Oh and it took a while but I finally changed my ways
So now
I only do it every chance I get
It ain't a habit, I got a handle on it
It ain't an all day, everyday thang
Unless I think I can
Used to be mornin', noon and night
Now I couldn't stop it and I ain't lyin'
I slowed down so much, you could say I quit
'Cause now I only do it every chance I get
Well, the first time I laid eyes on you
I knew my wilder days were through
So long
And after that first time behind closed doors
I didn't wanna run with the boys no more
(I really want more)
Your kinda love makes a man wanna stay at home
But I had to finally find some self control
So now
I only do it every chance I get
It ain't a habit, I got a handle on it
It ain't an all day, everyday thang
Unless you want to, baby
Used to be mornin', noon and night
Now I couldn't stop it and I ain't lyin'
I slowed down so much, you could say I quit
'Cause now I only do it every chance I get
I only do it every chance I get
It ain't a habit, I got a handle on it
It ain't an all day, everyday thang
Unless I've got the time
It used to be mornin', noon and night
Now I couldn't stop it and I ain't lyin'
I slowed down so much, you could say I quit
'Cause now I only do it every chance I get
Every chance I get
(Every chance I get)
Come on
What I Call Home lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. JB And The Moonshine Band)
Man, I've been riding through the country for a while now
Ain't nothing like home, but y'all make everywhere fell like home for me
Let's go
They say home is where you hang your hat
But it's hard when you a music man
Gotta give my heart and soul every night to another fan
From Alabama out to Texas up to Washington
Then headin' home to wash some clothes and do it all again
Gotta head to Chattanooga, Knoxville, and to VA
To by god West Virginia country folks come out to play
Run down to North Carolina make a stop in Greenville
Head on over to Myrtle Beach, House Of Blues y'all know the deal
Everyday another place, every night another show
From Mississippi to Missouri man I gotta go
See every night is different, but really it's all the same
It's all about the fans, hell y'all can keep the fame
I spend my life on the road but I never feel alone
I can have a mansion on a hill but it's only brick and stone
I love small towns and I love big crowds, I guess that's just how I roll
Cause I'm surrounded by the people that I love and that's what I call home
Headin' out to Billy Bob then hit Louisianan
Take off to Arkansas so I can spill some country grammar
Run out to Kansas city then visit Illinois
Country folks are everywhere y'all better make some country noise
Head up to Michigan then maybe Montreal
Step off in New York City so I can holla hey y'all
Head out to California I love some Arizona
Vegas and Oregon they always have some country fun
Stop in Oklahoma Wyoming and Nebraska
North and South Dakota, might even hit up Alaska
Wisconsin Minnesota, Iowa, and of course Kentucky
Ohio Pennsylvania, Georgia, Florida damn I'm lucky
I'll stop in Indiana or maybe Idaho
I love it in Montana and Colorado
No matter where I go, no matter where I roam
I truly love all y'all, you make it feel like home
I spend my life on the road but I never feel alone
I can have a mansion on a hill but it's only brick and stone
I love small towns and I love big crowds, I guess that's just how I roll
Cause I'm surrounded by the people that I love and that's what I call home
Man every night I get to play music
For the greatest fans in the whole wide world
And I'ma keep on doin' what Colt Ford does
Cause that's all I know how to do
So whenever I come to your town out of the woods to that big city
Just remember it will be just like going home
Let's go
I spend my life on the road but I never feel alone
I can have a mansion on a hill but it's only brick and stone
I love small towns and I love big crowds, I guess that's just how I roll
Cause I'm surrounded by the people that I love and that's what I call home
I spend my life on the road but I never feel alone
I can have a mansion on a hill but it's only brick and stone
I love small towns and I love big crowds, I guess that's just how I roll
Cause I'm surrounded by the people that I love and that's what I call home
Ain't nothing like home, but y'all make everywhere fell like home for me
Let's go
They say home is where you hang your hat
But it's hard when you a music man
Gotta give my heart and soul every night to another fan
From Alabama out to Texas up to Washington
Then headin' home to wash some clothes and do it all again
Gotta head to Chattanooga, Knoxville, and to VA
To by god West Virginia country folks come out to play
Run down to North Carolina make a stop in Greenville
Head on over to Myrtle Beach, House Of Blues y'all know the deal
Everyday another place, every night another show
From Mississippi to Missouri man I gotta go
See every night is different, but really it's all the same
It's all about the fans, hell y'all can keep the fame
I spend my life on the road but I never feel alone
I can have a mansion on a hill but it's only brick and stone
I love small towns and I love big crowds, I guess that's just how I roll
Cause I'm surrounded by the people that I love and that's what I call home
Headin' out to Billy Bob then hit Louisianan
Take off to Arkansas so I can spill some country grammar
Run out to Kansas city then visit Illinois
Country folks are everywhere y'all better make some country noise
Head up to Michigan then maybe Montreal
Step off in New York City so I can holla hey y'all
Head out to California I love some Arizona
Vegas and Oregon they always have some country fun
Stop in Oklahoma Wyoming and Nebraska
North and South Dakota, might even hit up Alaska
Wisconsin Minnesota, Iowa, and of course Kentucky
Ohio Pennsylvania, Georgia, Florida damn I'm lucky
I'll stop in Indiana or maybe Idaho
I love it in Montana and Colorado
No matter where I go, no matter where I roam
I truly love all y'all, you make it feel like home
I spend my life on the road but I never feel alone
I can have a mansion on a hill but it's only brick and stone
I love small towns and I love big crowds, I guess that's just how I roll
Cause I'm surrounded by the people that I love and that's what I call home
Man every night I get to play music
For the greatest fans in the whole wide world
And I'ma keep on doin' what Colt Ford does
Cause that's all I know how to do
So whenever I come to your town out of the woods to that big city
Just remember it will be just like going home
Let's go
I spend my life on the road but I never feel alone
I can have a mansion on a hill but it's only brick and stone
I love small towns and I love big crowds, I guess that's just how I roll
Cause I'm surrounded by the people that I love and that's what I call home
I spend my life on the road but I never feel alone
I can have a mansion on a hill but it's only brick and stone
I love small towns and I love big crowds, I guess that's just how I roll
Cause I'm surrounded by the people that I love and that's what I call home
Skirts & Boots lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Frankie Ballard)
Well, every Friday night in America
All the girls are getting all dressed up
Got the game on, talking on the cell phone
Polling out the pickup trucks
The boys are lined up for ladies night
They can't wait to get inside
They got one thing on their mind
Yeah
Skirts and boots looking so cute
Pat down front, what a honky-tonk move
All the pretty girls on the dance floor
Shaking them hips back and forth
Boys act crazy and the reason they do
Is skirts and boots, yeah, them skirts and boots
Now they're sitting at the bar shooting doubles down
Trying to get their courage up
Silver tongues smack talk, what you got, baby-doll?
Everybody's looking for love
Ricky took a right hook to the jaw
He looked at the wrong one a little too long
The reason for it all
Yes sir
Skirts and boots looking so cute
Pat down front, what a honky-tonk move
All the pretty girls on the dance floor
Shaking them hips back and forth
The boys act crazy and the reason they do
Is skirts and boots, yeah, them skirts and boots
Come on
It's the reason we pay a cover charge
Is laid every brick and every bar
Is the reason I play guitar
Whoo
Skirts and boots looking so cute
Pat down front, what a honky-tonk move
All the pretty girls on the dance floor
Shaking them hips back and forth
Boys act crazy and the reason they do
Is skirts and boots, yeah, them skirts and boots
Nice boots mama
All the girls are getting all dressed up
Got the game on, talking on the cell phone
Polling out the pickup trucks
The boys are lined up for ladies night
They can't wait to get inside
They got one thing on their mind
Yeah
Skirts and boots looking so cute
Pat down front, what a honky-tonk move
All the pretty girls on the dance floor
Shaking them hips back and forth
Boys act crazy and the reason they do
Is skirts and boots, yeah, them skirts and boots
Now they're sitting at the bar shooting doubles down
Trying to get their courage up
Silver tongues smack talk, what you got, baby-doll?
Everybody's looking for love
Ricky took a right hook to the jaw
He looked at the wrong one a little too long
The reason for it all
Yes sir
Skirts and boots looking so cute
Pat down front, what a honky-tonk move
All the pretty girls on the dance floor
Shaking them hips back and forth
The boys act crazy and the reason they do
Is skirts and boots, yeah, them skirts and boots
Come on
It's the reason we pay a cover charge
Is laid every brick and every bar
Is the reason I play guitar
Whoo
Skirts and boots looking so cute
Pat down front, what a honky-tonk move
All the pretty girls on the dance floor
Shaking them hips back and forth
Boys act crazy and the reason they do
Is skirts and boots, yeah, them skirts and boots
Nice boots mama
Twisted lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Tim McGraw)
Oh oooo oh
It aint rained in a month
Mama done took a job part time at the five and dime
Lord, times is hard, Daddy's pride is really hurtin', feelin' less than a man.
Workin dark to dark, how much more can he stand?
I aint never seen him cry now I'm 17
Quarterback, first train, gave my high school ring
to the prettiest little girl, green eyes and red hair.
I think I might ask her to marry me tonight at the fair.
I aint never been so torn, should I stay or leave?
Get out of this small town, am I lettin' 'em down?
I could even play ball somewhere in the fall.
Live the big city life, I guess I could have it all..
[CHORUS:]
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin on me,
And all this pain in my family - they all depend on me.
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin on me,
And all the pain in my family - they all depend on me.
Lord, I'm twisted.
Man, how do you decide between real life and a dream?
Lovin' ya Ma and Pa, ya girl, and ya team
Trying to figure out the next move to make,
trying to figure out the right road to take.
Dying to get out, but still afraid to roam.
Is it wrong to wanna leave the only place I've known?
Life as I know it is just simple and plain:
Chores, school, and practice, everyday is the same.
I'm tired of the routine and everyone knowing me.
I'm dreaming of everything the t.v. is showing me.
They promised me a full ride to UCLA,
but that's a whole 'nother world for small town G.A.
Lord, I'm askin', I hope you hear my prayer
cuz I'm torn between here and what I see over there.
I pray someway that you could give me a sign.
Tell me which way to go cuz I sure don't know.
[CHORUS:]
I dont know [sang in background]
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin on me,
And all this pain in my family - they all depend on me.
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin on me,
And all the pain in my family - they all depend on me.
Lord, I'm twisted.
Lord, we're one win away from winning it all,
and I'm a plan flight away from seeing my first ball.
I can finally see the ocean and stars of Hollywood.
Say bye to this damn farm, get a tattoo on my arm.
Forget these dirt roads and the way I was raised.
Chase the bright lights of the California nights.
Sports cars and sushi is all I see.
When I order some sweet tea they start laughin' at me
Boy, this new life aint what I thought it would be.
Maybe the city life aint made for me.
Now I'm wishing I was fishin' on the lake with Dad,
and starting to realize being country aint bad.
I miss that ol' farm and that red headed girl
and waking up before the sun to help Daddy get it done.
I'm packed and headed back to the place I was born.
Proud to be country and no longer torn
[CHORUS:]
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin on me,
And all this pain in my family - they all depend on me.
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin on me,
And all the pain in my family - they all depend on me.
Lord, I'm twisted. yeah. Lord, I'm twisted. oh yeah
I dont know, I dont know, I dont know
If I should wait or should I go, I just dont know
This song is for everybody, no matter whether you're from a small town,
the hood, the big city, it dont matter - Everybodys got their dreams they wanna follow.
Some people are ashamed of where they're from, they dont know where they're
supposed to be. Everybody find your place in life, be proud of who you are.
Dont let nothing hold you back.
Just take me home..oh take me home.
It aint rained in a month
Mama done took a job part time at the five and dime
Lord, times is hard, Daddy's pride is really hurtin', feelin' less than a man.
Workin dark to dark, how much more can he stand?
I aint never seen him cry now I'm 17
Quarterback, first train, gave my high school ring
to the prettiest little girl, green eyes and red hair.
I think I might ask her to marry me tonight at the fair.
I aint never been so torn, should I stay or leave?
Get out of this small town, am I lettin' 'em down?
I could even play ball somewhere in the fall.
Live the big city life, I guess I could have it all..
[CHORUS:]
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin on me,
And all this pain in my family - they all depend on me.
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin on me,
And all the pain in my family - they all depend on me.
Lord, I'm twisted.
Man, how do you decide between real life and a dream?
Lovin' ya Ma and Pa, ya girl, and ya team
Trying to figure out the next move to make,
trying to figure out the right road to take.
Dying to get out, but still afraid to roam.
Is it wrong to wanna leave the only place I've known?
Life as I know it is just simple and plain:
Chores, school, and practice, everyday is the same.
I'm tired of the routine and everyone knowing me.
I'm dreaming of everything the t.v. is showing me.
They promised me a full ride to UCLA,
but that's a whole 'nother world for small town G.A.
Lord, I'm askin', I hope you hear my prayer
cuz I'm torn between here and what I see over there.
I pray someway that you could give me a sign.
Tell me which way to go cuz I sure don't know.
[CHORUS:]
I dont know [sang in background]
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin on me,
And all this pain in my family - they all depend on me.
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin on me,
And all the pain in my family - they all depend on me.
Lord, I'm twisted.
Lord, we're one win away from winning it all,
and I'm a plan flight away from seeing my first ball.
I can finally see the ocean and stars of Hollywood.
Say bye to this damn farm, get a tattoo on my arm.
Forget these dirt roads and the way I was raised.
Chase the bright lights of the California nights.
Sports cars and sushi is all I see.
When I order some sweet tea they start laughin' at me
Boy, this new life aint what I thought it would be.
Maybe the city life aint made for me.
Now I'm wishing I was fishin' on the lake with Dad,
and starting to realize being country aint bad.
I miss that ol' farm and that red headed girl
and waking up before the sun to help Daddy get it done.
I'm packed and headed back to the place I was born.
Proud to be country and no longer torn
[CHORUS:]
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin on me,
And all this pain in my family - they all depend on me.
Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin on me,
And all the pain in my family - they all depend on me.
Lord, I'm twisted. yeah. Lord, I'm twisted. oh yeah
I dont know, I dont know, I dont know
If I should wait or should I go, I just dont know
This song is for everybody, no matter whether you're from a small town,
the hood, the big city, it dont matter - Everybodys got their dreams they wanna follow.
Some people are ashamed of where they're from, they dont know where they're
supposed to be. Everybody find your place in life, be proud of who you are.
Dont let nothing hold you back.
Just take me home..oh take me home.
Chicken & Biscuits lyrics - Colt Ford
Lord have mercy here she comes
Behind the wheel of a pickup truck
Mudd slingin'
She's singin'
Country girl just doin her thing and
Ain't nothing like a backwoods baby
Drive my tractor drive me crazy
Likes huntin'
Loves fishin'
And she can hold her own in the kitchen
And by the way boys did I mention
She's pretty as a field of daisies
She's sweeter than watermelon wine
Way hotter than the alabama asphalt
And when I get her in these arms of mine
Lord have mercy I love her kisses
Man I can't get enough
Kinda like chicken and biscuits
She can rock them high heel shoes
But she'd rather where cowboy boots
Cut off jeans and a baseball hat
City girls can't do it like that
Off the chain on a friday night
Dancin' and drinkin' ain't scared to fight
Sunday mornin' rolls around
In the choir is where she's found
Y'all makes me so proud
Cause there ain't no doubt
She's pretty as a field of daisies
She's sweeter than watermelon wine
Way hotter than the alabama asphalt
And when I get her in these arms of mine
Lord have mercy I love her kisses
Man I can't get enough
Kinda like chicken and biscuits
(Hey)
Hey sweet thing let me hold you close
(Hold)
Cause there is something that you need to know
(Hey)
When it comes to lovin' you
(Hold)
There ain't nothin' that I'd rather do
She's pretty as a field of daisies
She's sweeter than watermelon wine
Way hotter than the alabama asphalt
And when I get her in these arms of mine
Lord have mercy I love her kisses
Man I can't get enough
Kinda like chicken and biscuits
Behind the wheel of a pickup truck
Mudd slingin'
She's singin'
Country girl just doin her thing and
Ain't nothing like a backwoods baby
Drive my tractor drive me crazy
Likes huntin'
Loves fishin'
And she can hold her own in the kitchen
And by the way boys did I mention
She's pretty as a field of daisies
She's sweeter than watermelon wine
Way hotter than the alabama asphalt
And when I get her in these arms of mine
Lord have mercy I love her kisses
Man I can't get enough
Kinda like chicken and biscuits
She can rock them high heel shoes
But she'd rather where cowboy boots
Cut off jeans and a baseball hat
City girls can't do it like that
Off the chain on a friday night
Dancin' and drinkin' ain't scared to fight
Sunday mornin' rolls around
In the choir is where she's found
Y'all makes me so proud
Cause there ain't no doubt
She's pretty as a field of daisies
She's sweeter than watermelon wine
Way hotter than the alabama asphalt
And when I get her in these arms of mine
Lord have mercy I love her kisses
Man I can't get enough
Kinda like chicken and biscuits
(Hey)
Hey sweet thing let me hold you close
(Hold)
Cause there is something that you need to know
(Hey)
When it comes to lovin' you
(Hold)
There ain't nothin' that I'd rather do
She's pretty as a field of daisies
She's sweeter than watermelon wine
Way hotter than the alabama asphalt
And when I get her in these arms of mine
Lord have mercy I love her kisses
Man I can't get enough
Kinda like chicken and biscuits
Hey Ya'll lyrics - Colt Ford
Hey ya'll
Hey ya'll
Hey ya'll
Hey ya'll
Come on
Saddle up lets go
Laying it down like Mexico
Who needs a beach got a cold creek
Son you can bet ya its the country Feista
Hey ya'll Lets ride
Party going on on the riverside
hey ya'll jump in
Let your hair down go off the deep in
Cold beer hot things nothin but a chicken wing
Dixie girls screaming with that southern draw
Hey Ya'll
Cut off thats right
Suger so sweet the chickens won't bite
Whole lot of hay can't no who to stand
Raising our cups up sipping on some punch punch
Hey Ya'll Lets ride
party going on on the riverside
hey ya'll jump in
Let your hair down go off the deep in
Cold beer hot things nothin but a chicken wing
Dixie girls screaming with that southern draw
Hey Ya'll
Rope swing, Trout lines
Catfish, Cornbread,Cold Coors light
Bon Fires, Lawn chairs
Raise a lot of hell hell we just don't care
Hey Ya'll Lets ride
Party going on on the riverside
hey ya'll jump in
Let your hair down go off the deep in
Cold beer hot things nothin but a chicken wing
Dixie girls screaming with that southern draw
Hey Ya'll
Hey Ya'll
Hey Ya'll
Hey Ya'll
Hey Ya'll
Hey Ya'll
Hey ya'll
Hey ya'll
Hey ya'll
Come on
Saddle up lets go
Laying it down like Mexico
Who needs a beach got a cold creek
Son you can bet ya its the country Feista
Hey ya'll Lets ride
Party going on on the riverside
hey ya'll jump in
Let your hair down go off the deep in
Cold beer hot things nothin but a chicken wing
Dixie girls screaming with that southern draw
Hey Ya'll
Cut off thats right
Suger so sweet the chickens won't bite
Whole lot of hay can't no who to stand
Raising our cups up sipping on some punch punch
Hey Ya'll Lets ride
party going on on the riverside
hey ya'll jump in
Let your hair down go off the deep in
Cold beer hot things nothin but a chicken wing
Dixie girls screaming with that southern draw
Hey Ya'll
Rope swing, Trout lines
Catfish, Cornbread,Cold Coors light
Bon Fires, Lawn chairs
Raise a lot of hell hell we just don't care
Hey Ya'll Lets ride
Party going on on the riverside
hey ya'll jump in
Let your hair down go off the deep in
Cold beer hot things nothin but a chicken wing
Dixie girls screaming with that southern draw
Hey Ya'll
Hey Ya'll
Hey Ya'll
Hey Ya'll
Hey Ya'll
Hey Ya'll
Diggin' lyrics - Colt Ford
hes got a back hoe its caterpillar yeller
hes a heller rockafeller with drink a story teller
with a DUI hes illegal to drive
but he legally drinks and gets illegally high
then one night while hes up in the sky
he looked at that back hoe ask himself why not
im gonna drive that thing its a loop hole man
this DUI don't contain
im gonna drive it to the bar down on main street now
hes diggin
gotta hot little honey hangin outta that cab
diggin
got the windows tented and a base tune hittin it
diggin
creeper past the po po incognito like joe dirt
thats how hes livin lifes a garden man
and hes just diggin
hes wearin a cat hat with a meow meow kitty
rolls up in the club pimpin like Denny
with tha beer trippin just sippin ol sud
puttin the shots back trippin with with a bud
hes was 10 beers in about 12 o clock
but to all the girls whos startin to flock
he said hey ladies time to go home
we cant stay here who wants to go
about then the vala pulled that back hoe up now
hes diggin
got 3 little honeys hangin outta that cab
diggin
got the windows tented and a base tune hittin like
diggin
creeper past the po po incognito like joe dirt
thats how hes livin lifes a garden man
and hes just diggin
was about 2:35 around 2:45
he was tryin to find his address 2:55
he was drunk as a skunk and high as a kite
swervin right and left when they flipped the blue lights
trooper said boy i aint tryin to be hatin
but your operatin intoxicatin violatin every bit of the law
he said officer no im just
diggin
look at all them honeys hangin outta that cab
diggin
with the windows tented and a base tune hittin like
diggin
beggin yo yo po po you gotta let me go yo like joe dirt
thats how hes livin lifes a garden man
and hes just diggin
yo yo po po ya gotta let me go yo
yo yo po po ya gotta let me go yo
come on now officer
ya know im just tryin to make it home
i dont mean to cause no problems
but i got all these girls i gotta get em home safe
thats what any ol country boy would do
i promise im going home right now
just let me come on now
everythings gonna be fine
we just out here diggin a lil bit
dig ha ha ha ha ha
hes a heller rockafeller with drink a story teller
with a DUI hes illegal to drive
but he legally drinks and gets illegally high
then one night while hes up in the sky
he looked at that back hoe ask himself why not
im gonna drive that thing its a loop hole man
this DUI don't contain
im gonna drive it to the bar down on main street now
hes diggin
gotta hot little honey hangin outta that cab
diggin
got the windows tented and a base tune hittin it
diggin
creeper past the po po incognito like joe dirt
thats how hes livin lifes a garden man
and hes just diggin
hes wearin a cat hat with a meow meow kitty
rolls up in the club pimpin like Denny
with tha beer trippin just sippin ol sud
puttin the shots back trippin with with a bud
hes was 10 beers in about 12 o clock
but to all the girls whos startin to flock
he said hey ladies time to go home
we cant stay here who wants to go
about then the vala pulled that back hoe up now
hes diggin
got 3 little honeys hangin outta that cab
diggin
got the windows tented and a base tune hittin like
diggin
creeper past the po po incognito like joe dirt
thats how hes livin lifes a garden man
and hes just diggin
was about 2:35 around 2:45
he was tryin to find his address 2:55
he was drunk as a skunk and high as a kite
swervin right and left when they flipped the blue lights
trooper said boy i aint tryin to be hatin
but your operatin intoxicatin violatin every bit of the law
he said officer no im just
diggin
look at all them honeys hangin outta that cab
diggin
with the windows tented and a base tune hittin like
diggin
beggin yo yo po po you gotta let me go yo like joe dirt
thats how hes livin lifes a garden man
and hes just diggin
yo yo po po ya gotta let me go yo
yo yo po po ya gotta let me go yo
come on now officer
ya know im just tryin to make it home
i dont mean to cause no problems
but i got all these girls i gotta get em home safe
thats what any ol country boy would do
i promise im going home right now
just let me come on now
everythings gonna be fine
we just out here diggin a lil bit
dig ha ha ha ha ha
Mud Flap lyrics - Colt Ford
I roll up in my two ton, black and orange harley two tone.
Texas longhorn on the grill.
Two sexy ladies hanging from the wheel.
The music thumpin' down in the club.
I see a honey blowin' wranglers up.
She top heavy with the long dark hair.
Jeans are stuffed like a build a bear.
[Chorus]
I think I seen her on a mud flap.
Chrome rack and a swayed back.
Can't help but stare when she's built like that,
Those curves she got give me a heart attack.
A little dirty but she cleans up nice,
A taste of sugar but a lotta spice.
Hit reverse, baby bring it on back.
I think I seen her on a mud flap.
I bet you're rollin' in the royal tees.
I'd like to peek inside your treasure weed.
I've even seen you on the rearview glass;
Devil horns, angel wings on back.
Covered in chrome, girl you got real flash.
Dubs like a truck, is every hit your nav.
[Chorus]
I think I seen her on a mud flap.
Chrome rack and a swayed back.
Can't help but stare when she's built like that,
Those curves she got give me a heart attack.
A little dirty but she cleans up nice,
A taste of sugar but a lotta spice.
Hit reverse, baby bring it on back.
I think I seen her on a mud flap.
Don't be scared it's just a ride.
I'll even let you drop into 4 wheel drive.
[Chorus]
I think I seen her on a mud flap.
Chrome rack and a swayed back.
Can't help but stare when she's built like that,
Those curves she got give me a heart attack.
A little dirty but she cleans up nice,
A taste of sugar but a lotta spice.
Hit reverse, baby bring it on back.
I think I seen her on a mud flap.
Texas longhorn on the grill.
Two sexy ladies hanging from the wheel.
The music thumpin' down in the club.
I see a honey blowin' wranglers up.
She top heavy with the long dark hair.
Jeans are stuffed like a build a bear.
[Chorus]
I think I seen her on a mud flap.
Chrome rack and a swayed back.
Can't help but stare when she's built like that,
Those curves she got give me a heart attack.
A little dirty but she cleans up nice,
A taste of sugar but a lotta spice.
Hit reverse, baby bring it on back.
I think I seen her on a mud flap.
I bet you're rollin' in the royal tees.
I'd like to peek inside your treasure weed.
I've even seen you on the rearview glass;
Devil horns, angel wings on back.
Covered in chrome, girl you got real flash.
Dubs like a truck, is every hit your nav.
[Chorus]
I think I seen her on a mud flap.
Chrome rack and a swayed back.
Can't help but stare when she's built like that,
Those curves she got give me a heart attack.
A little dirty but she cleans up nice,
A taste of sugar but a lotta spice.
Hit reverse, baby bring it on back.
I think I seen her on a mud flap.
Don't be scared it's just a ride.
I'll even let you drop into 4 wheel drive.
[Chorus]
I think I seen her on a mud flap.
Chrome rack and a swayed back.
Can't help but stare when she's built like that,
Those curves she got give me a heart attack.
A little dirty but she cleans up nice,
A taste of sugar but a lotta spice.
Hit reverse, baby bring it on back.
I think I seen her on a mud flap.
All About Y'all lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Josh Gracin)
It's why the color pink was made
It's why we wear cheap aftershave and bathe
It's why we left the cave
All About Ya'll Lyrics
It's why we learned to play guitar
Use chopsticks and a sushi bar
It's why we butcher poetry
You make payments on a big ol' diamond ring
It's all about y'all
Yeah, why we bathe, why we crawl
Why we aim to please, baby
It's all about y'all
Make us crazy, girls, women
I don't believe this
It's why the whole world be fun
It's all about y'all
Drop our friends and exercise
Watch chick flicks and pretend to cry
Trade whiskey for a bottle of good red wine
It's why was invented
It's why tuxedos get rented
It's why well say that's interesting
When you're so hot is what we really mean
It's all about y'all
Yeah, why we bathe, why we crawl
Why we aim to please, baby
It's all about y'all
Make us crazy, girls, women
I don't believe this
It's why the whole world be fun
It's all about y'all
On the cover of men's
And women's magazines
Daytime, nighttime TV
Shopping malls, wall to wall
You've written everything
You see, we take the bait
Get caught in the fish net
Lord, here she goes
Just licks her lips wet, woo
High heels striking like lightning
She's got best friends fighting, yeah
And the band crescendos
Take you all aboard
All thought went out the window
She stars batting the lashes
Hundred dollar bills goin up in ashes,
yeah
It's all about y'all
Yeah, why we bathe, why we crawl
Why we aim to please, baby
It's all about y'all
Make us crazy, girls, women
I don't believe this
It's why the whole world be fun
It's all about y'all
It's all about y'all
Nothing In Particular lyrics - Colt Ford
Man, been workin hard all week
Monday to friday
Today, I guess I'm just goin do uh...
Man I guess I'm goin do nothing in particular
Anybody wants to come do that with me
Ya'll are welcome, c'mon
Nothing in particular, and I'm doin it all day long, a hot grill and a cooler of beer and a CD of my favorite songs, a lotta
nothing in particular and I do it well, so much of nothing on the schedule now, and I'm invitin' all of ya'll to help
Ain't doin nothing in particular just livin my life, I thank the lord for my friends, family, youngin's, and wife, another
day in the country and it sure feels good, ain't no hustle and bustle out here in the woods, just a lot of good folks, a lot
of hard work, a whole lot of love for the man above, everyday is a blessing I'm above the ground, around here folks wave when
you ride through town, ain't got no schedule for myself to do, might fire up the grill, or play some horseshoes, wherever im
at is right where ill be, so load up your trucks, and come hang with me, I'm doin...
Nothing in particular, and I'm doin it all day long, a hot grill and a cooler of beer and a CD of my favorite songs, a lotta
nothing in particular and I do it well, so much of nothing on the schedule now, and I'm invitin' all of ya'll to help
Now ya'll listen up, cuz I'm a tell you the truth, that there aint nothing better than jeans and boots, ridin' in a truck on
an old dirt road, and crankin' up Waylon on the radio, knowin' that tomorrow may or may not come, but today is all good out
here in the woods, life in the country is a blessin' ya'll, eatin' deep fried turkey with some dressin' ya'll, there aint no
reason for stressin' ya'll, just do what I do, and yall gonna have a ball, so dont take no plans on this here day, when they
ask you what your doin, this is what you say
just livin' and lovin', laughin' and thankin' god for the day, what else can I say, so load up your truck and come hang with
me, I'm doin nothing in particular, ya'll come see, I'm doin...
Nothing in particular, and I'm doin it all day long, a hot grill and a cooler of beer and a CD of my favorite songs, a lotta
nothing in particular and I do it well, so much of nothing on the schedule now, and I'm invitin' all of ya'll to help
Nothing in particular,
(we do this stuff all day)and I'm doin it all day long,
(Country girls come out and play, we always get it on this way)
a hot grill and a cooler of beer and a CD of my favorite songs, a lotta nothing in particular
(We can do this stuff all day)
and I do it well,
(country girls come out and play, we always get it on this way)
so much of nothing on the schedule now, and I'm invitin' all of ya'll to help
Monday to friday
Today, I guess I'm just goin do uh...
Man I guess I'm goin do nothing in particular
Anybody wants to come do that with me
Ya'll are welcome, c'mon
Nothing in particular, and I'm doin it all day long, a hot grill and a cooler of beer and a CD of my favorite songs, a lotta
nothing in particular and I do it well, so much of nothing on the schedule now, and I'm invitin' all of ya'll to help
Ain't doin nothing in particular just livin my life, I thank the lord for my friends, family, youngin's, and wife, another
day in the country and it sure feels good, ain't no hustle and bustle out here in the woods, just a lot of good folks, a lot
of hard work, a whole lot of love for the man above, everyday is a blessing I'm above the ground, around here folks wave when
you ride through town, ain't got no schedule for myself to do, might fire up the grill, or play some horseshoes, wherever im
at is right where ill be, so load up your trucks, and come hang with me, I'm doin...
Nothing in particular, and I'm doin it all day long, a hot grill and a cooler of beer and a CD of my favorite songs, a lotta
nothing in particular and I do it well, so much of nothing on the schedule now, and I'm invitin' all of ya'll to help
Now ya'll listen up, cuz I'm a tell you the truth, that there aint nothing better than jeans and boots, ridin' in a truck on
an old dirt road, and crankin' up Waylon on the radio, knowin' that tomorrow may or may not come, but today is all good out
here in the woods, life in the country is a blessin' ya'll, eatin' deep fried turkey with some dressin' ya'll, there aint no
reason for stressin' ya'll, just do what I do, and yall gonna have a ball, so dont take no plans on this here day, when they
ask you what your doin, this is what you say
just livin' and lovin', laughin' and thankin' god for the day, what else can I say, so load up your truck and come hang with
me, I'm doin nothing in particular, ya'll come see, I'm doin...
Nothing in particular, and I'm doin it all day long, a hot grill and a cooler of beer and a CD of my favorite songs, a lotta
nothing in particular and I do it well, so much of nothing on the schedule now, and I'm invitin' all of ya'll to help
Nothing in particular,
(we do this stuff all day)and I'm doin it all day long,
(Country girls come out and play, we always get it on this way)
a hot grill and a cooler of beer and a CD of my favorite songs, a lotta nothing in particular
(We can do this stuff all day)
and I do it well,
(country girls come out and play, we always get it on this way)
so much of nothing on the schedule now, and I'm invitin' all of ya'll to help
Tool Timer lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Darryl Worley)
He works nine to five, five to nine, 99 point 9 per cent of the time,
a motorhead with a bed in the back of his shop.
He’s got his eyes on the clock until that Snap-On truck comes.
He shops like a chick, he buys it all on credit, maxed out yeah, but he don’t regret it.
Cause he’s in high demand a mans man a modern day wrench slinger with a cellie in his hand
He’s a tool timer, sole provider, sweatin for a dollar in his old blue collar.
He don’t use a book got it all in his head if worse comes to worst man he’ll jump on the web.
Yeah he’s flexible takes IOU’s or trades work for work tell him what it is that you do.
He’s got every tool in the whole wide world, all he needs is a girl
He’s got about ten different 9/16’s, open end box and everything in between.
Penlight in his pocket, McGyver meets Crockett, if it takes a tool to do it right I guarantee ya he’s got it.
Has a tool box lined with gold with a centerfold foldout taped to the side so he’s good to go,
he’s standard and metric, hydraulic electric, daylight to dark shop doors open and he’s hectic.
He’s a tool timer, sole provider, sweatin for a dollar in his old blue collar.
He don’t use a book got it all in his head if worse comes to worst man he’ll jump on the web.
Yeah he’s flexible takes IOU’s or trades work for work tell him what it is that you do.
He’s got every tool in the whole wide world, all he needs is a girl.
One of those white tank top tight jean jaw dropping missus,
to knock him off his feet so sweet like mama’s country kisses.
Someone pretty as a pearl with bouncing blonde curls,
someone to rock his world and be a tool timer girl
He’s a tool timer, sole provider, sweatin for a dollar in his old blue collar.
He don’t use a book got it all in his head if worse comes to worst he’ll just jump on the web.
Yeah he’s flexible takes IOU’s or trades work for work tell him what it is that you do.
He’s got every tool in the whole wide world, all he needs is a girl
One of those white tank top tight jean jaw dropping missus,
to knock him off his feet so sweet like mama’s country kisses.
[Repeats]
a motorhead with a bed in the back of his shop.
He’s got his eyes on the clock until that Snap-On truck comes.
He shops like a chick, he buys it all on credit, maxed out yeah, but he don’t regret it.
Cause he’s in high demand a mans man a modern day wrench slinger with a cellie in his hand
He’s a tool timer, sole provider, sweatin for a dollar in his old blue collar.
He don’t use a book got it all in his head if worse comes to worst man he’ll jump on the web.
Yeah he’s flexible takes IOU’s or trades work for work tell him what it is that you do.
He’s got every tool in the whole wide world, all he needs is a girl
He’s got about ten different 9/16’s, open end box and everything in between.
Penlight in his pocket, McGyver meets Crockett, if it takes a tool to do it right I guarantee ya he’s got it.
Has a tool box lined with gold with a centerfold foldout taped to the side so he’s good to go,
he’s standard and metric, hydraulic electric, daylight to dark shop doors open and he’s hectic.
He’s a tool timer, sole provider, sweatin for a dollar in his old blue collar.
He don’t use a book got it all in his head if worse comes to worst man he’ll jump on the web.
Yeah he’s flexible takes IOU’s or trades work for work tell him what it is that you do.
He’s got every tool in the whole wide world, all he needs is a girl.
One of those white tank top tight jean jaw dropping missus,
to knock him off his feet so sweet like mama’s country kisses.
Someone pretty as a pearl with bouncing blonde curls,
someone to rock his world and be a tool timer girl
He’s a tool timer, sole provider, sweatin for a dollar in his old blue collar.
He don’t use a book got it all in his head if worse comes to worst he’ll just jump on the web.
Yeah he’s flexible takes IOU’s or trades work for work tell him what it is that you do.
He’s got every tool in the whole wide world, all he needs is a girl
One of those white tank top tight jean jaw dropping missus,
to knock him off his feet so sweet like mama’s country kisses.
[Repeats]
Cricket On A Line lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Rhett Akins)
I got a cricket on the line
And a bottle of shine
A whipper will wistlin
Everything is fine
I got my plow boy bunny sittin by my side
What else does a country boy need to survive
Let me hear ya say hey we want some country
Hey we want some country
Let me hear ya say hey we want some country
Hey we want some country
Hey Yall, its me again
Time to get it on with my country friends
Got girls, got trucks, got mud,
Yall know whats up
Do you wanna know what its like to sip some
Moonshine by the moon light
Well come on down, well show you around
Load up the truck, take you into town
Head to miss bettys lunch is ready
Stop by the house, get mom and daddy
Drop em off there at the walmart
Got to get to the lake before it gets dark
Load the boat in
Call my friends
Make the first left when the black top ends
Ease on back bout a mile or two
Then you can see just what were doin
I got a cricket on the line
And a bottle of shine
A whipper will wistlin
Everything is fine
I got my plow boy bunny sittin by my side
What else does a country boy need to survive
Let me hear ya say hey we want some country
Hey we want some country
Let me hear ya say hey we want some country
Hey we want some country
Yall have mercy
Here we are in the middle of field
Who needs a bar
This here is a country party
Yall get drunk and be somebody
I know you like my southern draw
Holla say yes mahm and yall
That's in my dna
Good god ol mighty is what i say
When I see those cursin boots
Flat bottomed girls and them daisy dukes
They sweeter then momma cobbler
Hold on a minute somethings pullin on my bobber
I think I got a bite
Heat the grease up fish fry tonight
So if you wanna see me and Rhett
Somewhere in the country is your best bet
I got a cricket on the line
And a bottle of shine
A whipper will wistlin
Everything is fine
I got my plow boy bunny sittin by my side
What else does a country boy need to survive
Let me hear ya say hey we want some country
Hey we want some country
Let me hear ya say hey we want some country
Hey we want some country
I got a cricket on the line
And a bottle of shine
A whipper will wistlin
Everything is fine
I got my plow boy bunny sittin by my side
What else does a country boy need to survive
Let me hear ya say hey we want some country
Hey we want some country
Let me hear ya say hey we want some country
Hey we want some country
I got a cricket on the line
And a bottle of shine
She Ain't Too Good For That lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Joe Nichols)
In her pinstriped suit she's so sophisticated she can't help it her diploma got her makin 200k while she's cruising in a jet black benz she can sip expensive wine and nibble cheese on a cracker in a pair of heels she climbs that corporate ladder but those go out the window but those go out the window on the weekend
[Chorus:]
That's when she drives barefeet likes to eat chicken with her fingers catch her down at wallys bar she's quiet the country singer she'll go cat fishing skinny dipping at the drop of a cowboy hat she ain't too good for that
In a Monday morning meeting she smokes the competition she's been known to dig an art exhibition Bethoven polo and now and then a good horse race she'll turn the nasdaq into cash like she's a magician knows politics better than a politician but she'd rather talk baseball anyday wanna play
[Repeat Chorus:]
She can say isn't or she can say ain't you can tell her she can but don't tell her she can't
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Chorus:]
That's when she drives barefeet likes to eat chicken with her fingers catch her down at wallys bar she's quiet the country singer she'll go cat fishing skinny dipping at the drop of a cowboy hat she ain't too good for that
In a Monday morning meeting she smokes the competition she's been known to dig an art exhibition Bethoven polo and now and then a good horse race she'll turn the nasdaq into cash like she's a magician knows politics better than a politician but she'd rather talk baseball anyday wanna play
[Repeat Chorus:]
She can say isn't or she can say ain't you can tell her she can but don't tell her she can't
[Repeat Chorus:]
Convoy lyrics - Colt Ford
(Yeah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck,
You got a copy on me Pigpen? C'mon.)
(Ah yeah, ten-four Pigpen, for sure, for sure.
By golly it's clean clear to Flagtown. C'mon.)
(Yeah, that's a big ten-four there Pigpen.
Yeah, we definitely got the front door good buddy.
Mercy sakes alive, looks like we got us a convoy)
It was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June
In a Kenworth pullin' logs
Cab over Pete with a reefer on
And a Jimmy haulin' hogs
We's headed for bear on I-10
About a mile outta Shaky Town
I says "Pigpen, this here's the Rubber Duck
And I'm about to put the hammer on down"
Coz we got a little convoy rockin' thru the night
Yeah we got a little ol' convoy ain't she a beautiful sight
Come on and join our convoy ain't nothin' gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin' convoy 'cross the USA
Convoy
(Ah, breaker,
Pigpen this here's the Duck and you wanna back off on them hogs?)
(Ah, ten-four, about five mile or so)
(Ten roger, them hogs is gettin' IN-tense up here)
By the time we got into Tulsa town we had 85 trucks in all
But there's a roadblock up on the cloverleaf
And them bears's wall to wall
Yeah them smokeys 's thick as bugs on a bumper
They even had a bear in the air
I says Callin' all trucks, this here's the Duck
We about to go a-huntin' bear
Coz we got a great big convoy rockin' thru the night
Yeah we got a great big convoy ain't she a beautiful sight
Come on and join our convoy ain't nothin' gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin' convoy across the USA
Convoy
(Ah, you want to give me a ten-nine on that Pigpen?)
(Ah, negatory Pigpen, you're still too close.
Yeah them hogs is startin' to close up my sinuses.
Mercy sake's you better back off another ten)
Well we rolled up Interstate Forty-Four
Like a rocket sled on rails
We tore up all of our swindle sheets
And left 'em sittin' on the scales
By the time we hit that Shi town
Them bears was a-gettin' smart
They brought up some reinforcements
From the Illinois National Guard
There's armored cars and tanks and jeeps
And rigs of every size
Yeah them chicken coops was full of bears
And choppers filled the skies
Well we shot the line
We went for broke
With a thousand screaming trucks
And eleven longhaired friends of Jesus
In a chartreuse microbus
(Ah, Rubber Duck, this is Sodbuster. C'mon here?)
(Yeah, ten-four Sodbuster.
Listen, ya wanna put that microbus in behind that suicide jockey?)
(Yeah he's haulin' dynamite and he needs all the help he can get)
Well we laid a strip for the Jersey shore
And prepared to cross the line
I could see the bridge was lined with bears
But I didn't have a doggone dime
I says Pigpen this here's the Rubber Duck
We just ain't gonna pay no toll
So we crashed the gate doin' ninety-eight
I says, let them truckers roll, ten-four
Coz we got a mighty convoy rockin' thru the night
Yeah we got a mighty convoy ain't she a beautiful sight
Come on and join our convoy ain't nothin' gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin' convoy across the USA
Convoy, convoy, convoy
(Ah, ten-four Pigpen. What's your twenty? OMAHA?
Well they oughta know what to do with them hogs out there, for sure.
Well mercy sake's good buddy, we gonna back on outta here,
So keep your thumbs off your glass and the bears off your... tail.
We'll catch you on the flip-flop.
This here's the Rubber Duck on the side. We gone. bye bye.)
You got a copy on me Pigpen? C'mon.)
(Ah yeah, ten-four Pigpen, for sure, for sure.
By golly it's clean clear to Flagtown. C'mon.)
(Yeah, that's a big ten-four there Pigpen.
Yeah, we definitely got the front door good buddy.
Mercy sakes alive, looks like we got us a convoy)
It was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June
In a Kenworth pullin' logs
Cab over Pete with a reefer on
And a Jimmy haulin' hogs
We's headed for bear on I-10
About a mile outta Shaky Town
I says "Pigpen, this here's the Rubber Duck
And I'm about to put the hammer on down"
Coz we got a little convoy rockin' thru the night
Yeah we got a little ol' convoy ain't she a beautiful sight
Come on and join our convoy ain't nothin' gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin' convoy 'cross the USA
Convoy
(Ah, breaker,
Pigpen this here's the Duck and you wanna back off on them hogs?)
(Ah, ten-four, about five mile or so)
(Ten roger, them hogs is gettin' IN-tense up here)
By the time we got into Tulsa town we had 85 trucks in all
But there's a roadblock up on the cloverleaf
And them bears's wall to wall
Yeah them smokeys 's thick as bugs on a bumper
They even had a bear in the air
I says Callin' all trucks, this here's the Duck
We about to go a-huntin' bear
Coz we got a great big convoy rockin' thru the night
Yeah we got a great big convoy ain't she a beautiful sight
Come on and join our convoy ain't nothin' gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin' convoy across the USA
Convoy
(Ah, you want to give me a ten-nine on that Pigpen?)
(Ah, negatory Pigpen, you're still too close.
Yeah them hogs is startin' to close up my sinuses.
Mercy sake's you better back off another ten)
Well we rolled up Interstate Forty-Four
Like a rocket sled on rails
We tore up all of our swindle sheets
And left 'em sittin' on the scales
By the time we hit that Shi town
Them bears was a-gettin' smart
They brought up some reinforcements
From the Illinois National Guard
There's armored cars and tanks and jeeps
And rigs of every size
Yeah them chicken coops was full of bears
And choppers filled the skies
Well we shot the line
We went for broke
With a thousand screaming trucks
And eleven longhaired friends of Jesus
In a chartreuse microbus
(Ah, Rubber Duck, this is Sodbuster. C'mon here?)
(Yeah, ten-four Sodbuster.
Listen, ya wanna put that microbus in behind that suicide jockey?)
(Yeah he's haulin' dynamite and he needs all the help he can get)
Well we laid a strip for the Jersey shore
And prepared to cross the line
I could see the bridge was lined with bears
But I didn't have a doggone dime
I says Pigpen this here's the Rubber Duck
We just ain't gonna pay no toll
So we crashed the gate doin' ninety-eight
I says, let them truckers roll, ten-four
Coz we got a mighty convoy rockin' thru the night
Yeah we got a mighty convoy ain't she a beautiful sight
Come on and join our convoy ain't nothin' gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin' convoy across the USA
Convoy, convoy, convoy
(Ah, ten-four Pigpen. What's your twenty? OMAHA?
Well they oughta know what to do with them hogs out there, for sure.
Well mercy sake's good buddy, we gonna back on outta here,
So keep your thumbs off your glass and the bears off your... tail.
We'll catch you on the flip-flop.
This here's the Rubber Duck on the side. We gone. bye bye.)
Hip Hop In A Honky Tonk lyrics - Colt Ford
Red light, friday night, hittin' the town,
I had some George Strait crankin with the windows down, til this escalade,
Thumpin' bass, drowneded him out he was rattlin his rims and shakin the ground, oh hawh
I put my foot on the gas I didnt have to go far,
I found this funky little steel and fiddle redneck bar, the band was in the
Middle of "your cheatin heart", I bought a bag of tater chips and a PBR.
Settled down on a stool plannin on stayin, but when they took a break the DJ started playin...
Hip Hop in a Honkytonk, wait a minute hold the phone somethin's wrong
I came in here to hear a country song, not hip hop in a honkytonk
Now what do you think ole hank would say, it'd kill em if he still was alive today,
I bet money that hes rollin over in his grave, cuz hank sure as hell didnt do it that way
Hip hop in a honkytonk, ill give you twenty bucks in you turn that shit off,
You ask me it oughta be outlawed, hip hop in a honkytonk
When all of a sudden every girl in the club, got on the floor startin shakin her butt,
It was packed, it was stacked from the front to the back, this cowboy ain't seen nothing like that
Hip hop in a honkytonk, they were dancin like strippers but they kept their clothes on,
I'm starin to think that I might been wrong about hip hop in a honkytonk
Cuz when they move like that ill watch em all night long, hip hop in a honkytonk,
I gotta admit I'm havin second thoughts about hip hop in a honkytonk,
I came in here to hear a country song, but I'm diggin hip hop in a honkytonk
I had some George Strait crankin with the windows down, til this escalade,
Thumpin' bass, drowneded him out he was rattlin his rims and shakin the ground, oh hawh
I put my foot on the gas I didnt have to go far,
I found this funky little steel and fiddle redneck bar, the band was in the
Middle of "your cheatin heart", I bought a bag of tater chips and a PBR.
Settled down on a stool plannin on stayin, but when they took a break the DJ started playin...
Hip Hop in a Honkytonk, wait a minute hold the phone somethin's wrong
I came in here to hear a country song, not hip hop in a honkytonk
Now what do you think ole hank would say, it'd kill em if he still was alive today,
I bet money that hes rollin over in his grave, cuz hank sure as hell didnt do it that way
Hip hop in a honkytonk, ill give you twenty bucks in you turn that shit off,
You ask me it oughta be outlawed, hip hop in a honkytonk
When all of a sudden every girl in the club, got on the floor startin shakin her butt,
It was packed, it was stacked from the front to the back, this cowboy ain't seen nothing like that
Hip hop in a honkytonk, they were dancin like strippers but they kept their clothes on,
I'm starin to think that I might been wrong about hip hop in a honkytonk
Cuz when they move like that ill watch em all night long, hip hop in a honkytonk,
I gotta admit I'm havin second thoughts about hip hop in a honkytonk,
I came in here to hear a country song, but I'm diggin hip hop in a honkytonk
Ride On Ride Out lyrics - Colt Ford
Ride on, ride on
Ride out, ride out
Let me tell you
What we all about, all about
It's ride on, ride on
It's ride out, ride out
It's got me walkin'
To the dirty south, dirty south
I said, I need a beat, I wanna rock the band
So I went and got the king of raisin' hell
Put on the deep thinner 250
In a big black truck with the ten inch lift
Hopped out to New York, big city of dreams
With my cowboy boots gonna do my thing
It's a country boy with the king of rock
And y'all can't stop this real hip-hop
It's Colt and DMC and it's all good
He's rippin' house Queens I'm straight up the wood
I'm just camouflage wearin', Rayban starin'
In my cowboy hat and it's like that
I'm gonna fight the power, kill in the flower
Any MC that wanna try me and D
Y'all better recognize the real ride on, ride out
Tell me how you feel
Ride on, ride on
Ride out, ride out
Let me tell you
What we all about, all about
It's ride on, ride on
It's ride out, ride out
From New York City
To the dirty south, dirty south
I can down from Herman's from over Elle
That's where my name is known so well
I'm in a black pick-up with a mini coat
Y'all all know that I ain't no joke
He came from Georgia crossin' the border
Heard some of y'all were getting out-of-order
Tell the reporters gonna be a slaughter
Put away the wife and hide your daughters
On points like this it's unstoppable
Toppin' these two minutes impossible
King DMC is remarkable
[?]
How he gonna stop it? With his gun.
When he pull his gun out
There's nowhere to run
Like the Gatling gun works from the tongue
And every battle we been in we always won
Ride on, ride on
Ride out, ride out
Let me tell you
What we all about, all about
It's ride on, ride on
It's ride out, ride out
From New York City
To the dirty south, dirty south
Ride on, ride on
Ride out, ride out
Let me tell you
What we all about, all about
It's ride on, ride on
It's ride out, ride out
From the east coast
To the west in the south
Ride out, ride out
Let me tell you
What we all about, all about
It's ride on, ride on
It's ride out, ride out
It's got me walkin'
To the dirty south, dirty south
I said, I need a beat, I wanna rock the band
So I went and got the king of raisin' hell
Put on the deep thinner 250
In a big black truck with the ten inch lift
Hopped out to New York, big city of dreams
With my cowboy boots gonna do my thing
It's a country boy with the king of rock
And y'all can't stop this real hip-hop
It's Colt and DMC and it's all good
He's rippin' house Queens I'm straight up the wood
I'm just camouflage wearin', Rayban starin'
In my cowboy hat and it's like that
I'm gonna fight the power, kill in the flower
Any MC that wanna try me and D
Y'all better recognize the real ride on, ride out
Tell me how you feel
Ride on, ride on
Ride out, ride out
Let me tell you
What we all about, all about
It's ride on, ride on
It's ride out, ride out
From New York City
To the dirty south, dirty south
I can down from Herman's from over Elle
That's where my name is known so well
I'm in a black pick-up with a mini coat
Y'all all know that I ain't no joke
He came from Georgia crossin' the border
Heard some of y'all were getting out-of-order
Tell the reporters gonna be a slaughter
Put away the wife and hide your daughters
On points like this it's unstoppable
Toppin' these two minutes impossible
King DMC is remarkable
[?]
How he gonna stop it? With his gun.
When he pull his gun out
There's nowhere to run
Like the Gatling gun works from the tongue
And every battle we been in we always won
Ride on, ride on
Ride out, ride out
Let me tell you
What we all about, all about
It's ride on, ride on
It's ride out, ride out
From New York City
To the dirty south, dirty south
Ride on, ride on
Ride out, ride out
Let me tell you
What we all about, all about
It's ride on, ride on
It's ride out, ride out
From the east coast
To the west in the south
Country Kids lyrics - Colt Ford (feat. Rachel Farley)
'Round here we was raised in the church
We worked when we was hurt
And was proud of our dirt
God came first and He still does
Some things will always be just like they was
Life's still good 'round here everyday
Ask anyone, betcha they all say
[Chorus]
That's because we're country kids
How it was is how it is
Yeah, that's the way we all were raised
Reckon some things ain't never gonna change
It's in our blood everywhere we go
From the city streets to them old back roads
No matter how young or old we get
We'll always be country kids
Shellin' butter beans on the porch with Grandma
Learnin' how to cut the grass on the lap of Grandpa
On that old John Deere, Lord the thing still runs
Learned how to bait a hook and how to shoot a gun
Life's still good 'round here everyday
Ask anyone, I betcha they all say
[Chorus]
That's because we're country kids
How it was is how it is
Yeah, that's the way we all were raised
Reckon some things ain't never gonna change
It's in our blood everywhere we go
From the city streets to them old back roads
No matter how young or old we get
We'll always be country kids
From New York City to the Georgia pines
From Hollywood to the Bible belt
No ya'll we ain't too hard to find
No we ain't hard to find
[Chorus]
That's because we're country kids
How it was is how it is
Yeah, that's the way we all were raised
Reckon some things ain't never gonna change
It's in our blood everywhere we go
From the city streets to them old dirt roads
No matter how young or old we get
We'll always be country kids
Yeah from the moment we're born
Till we're a hundred and six
We'll always be country kids
We worked when we was hurt
And was proud of our dirt
God came first and He still does
Some things will always be just like they was
Life's still good 'round here everyday
Ask anyone, betcha they all say
[Chorus]
That's because we're country kids
How it was is how it is
Yeah, that's the way we all were raised
Reckon some things ain't never gonna change
It's in our blood everywhere we go
From the city streets to them old back roads
No matter how young or old we get
We'll always be country kids
Shellin' butter beans on the porch with Grandma
Learnin' how to cut the grass on the lap of Grandpa
On that old John Deere, Lord the thing still runs
Learned how to bait a hook and how to shoot a gun
Life's still good 'round here everyday
Ask anyone, I betcha they all say
[Chorus]
That's because we're country kids
How it was is how it is
Yeah, that's the way we all were raised
Reckon some things ain't never gonna change
It's in our blood everywhere we go
From the city streets to them old back roads
No matter how young or old we get
We'll always be country kids
From New York City to the Georgia pines
From Hollywood to the Bible belt
No ya'll we ain't too hard to find
No we ain't hard to find
[Chorus]
That's because we're country kids
How it was is how it is
Yeah, that's the way we all were raised
Reckon some things ain't never gonna change
It's in our blood everywhere we go
From the city streets to them old dirt roads
No matter how young or old we get
We'll always be country kids
Yeah from the moment we're born
Till we're a hundred and six
We'll always be country kids
Trailer Park Pulp Fiction lyrics - Colt Ford
Low cut jeans, camel toe seams
Baby didn't pass on the extra baked beans
I lust you, you lust me
It's redneck chemistry
Got checks to bounce, got an ax to grind
Got me on the bike, got you behind
Buy your mom a BOB and your dad some tissues
We got ideas and we got issues
Whoa oho
Life's a real short party
So let's turn it up, I'm gonna turn it up, I'm gonna burn, let's go
Whoa oho
Let's get some drama started
Turn on the heat, turn up the friction
Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
Write a little trailer park pulp fiction
Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
Jekyll and Hyde, Bonnie and Clyde
Romeo and Juliet better run it high
You got the look and you got the touch
Got moves so hot make a prison guard blush
Got no rules got no compunction
A product of good down home dysfunction
Straight off the farm, children of the corn
Get totaled, here comes the storm
Whoa oho
Life's a real short party
So let's turn it up, I'm gonna turn it up, I'm gonna burn, let's go
Whoa oho
Let's get some drama started
Turn on the heat, turn up the friction
Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
Write a little trailer park pulp fiction
Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
We'll end up, in the sunset
In our pink lawn chairs
With plastic palm tress, a big screen TV
On parole in the middle if nowhere
Until we're there
Whoa oho
Life's a real short party
So let's turn it up, I'm gonna turn it up, I'm gonna burn, let's go
Whoa oho
Let's get some drama started
Turn on the heat, turn up the friction
Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
Write a little trailer park pulp fiction
Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
Baby didn't pass on the extra baked beans
I lust you, you lust me
It's redneck chemistry
Got checks to bounce, got an ax to grind
Got me on the bike, got you behind
Buy your mom a BOB and your dad some tissues
We got ideas and we got issues
Whoa oho
Life's a real short party
So let's turn it up, I'm gonna turn it up, I'm gonna burn, let's go
Whoa oho
Let's get some drama started
Turn on the heat, turn up the friction
Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
Write a little trailer park pulp fiction
Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
Jekyll and Hyde, Bonnie and Clyde
Romeo and Juliet better run it high
You got the look and you got the touch
Got moves so hot make a prison guard blush
Got no rules got no compunction
A product of good down home dysfunction
Straight off the farm, children of the corn
Get totaled, here comes the storm
Whoa oho
Life's a real short party
So let's turn it up, I'm gonna turn it up, I'm gonna burn, let's go
Whoa oho
Let's get some drama started
Turn on the heat, turn up the friction
Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
Write a little trailer park pulp fiction
Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
We'll end up, in the sunset
In our pink lawn chairs
With plastic palm tress, a big screen TV
On parole in the middle if nowhere
Until we're there
Whoa oho
Life's a real short party
So let's turn it up, I'm gonna turn it up, I'm gonna burn, let's go
Whoa oho
Let's get some drama started
Turn on the heat, turn up the friction
Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
Write a little trailer park pulp fiction
Write a little bit of trailer park pulp fiction
We Like To Hunt lyrics - Colt Ford
[Verse:]
Gather round ya'll it's your redneck friend
I'm bout to show em how a country folks does it again
Ain't nothin' changed since you seen me last
Still livin' kinda slow, still talkin' kinda fast
Chasin' them turkeys, eatin' beef jerkey
Hangin' out down at the lake
Lookin' at Emmylou with a two piece on
And ain't nothin' on that girl fake
We don't need much here but fishin' poles and guns
And trucks with four wheel drives
Cause I'm into everything, to hear hank sing
Lord country folks can survive
We need to get on back to the simple life
And what made this country great
And that was helpin' each other lovin' our brother
Lord I just can't wait
[Chorus:]
We like to hunt (hunt)
Fish (fish)
Play out in the mud
That's the way we do round here
So now you know what's up
If you don't like what we do
Then go back to where you from
Cause we like to hunt (hunt)
Fish (fish)
Play out in the mud
[Verse:]
We all mud dig
And love frog giggin'
Catchin' fireflies in a mayonnaise jar
Creekside kissin' and large mouth fishin'
We just can't help it that's who we are
Zebco reelin' and shotgun shootin'
Catfish fryin' and a little boot scootin'
Come on everybody let's all get down
Show the city folks our country sound
It's a hootenanny, so bring your granny
Cause we have fun round here
And you can do anything that you want to
But honey just don't spill my beer
So just pass the shine and we'll all be fine
My granddaddy made that jug
And it's two hundred proof it'll blow off the roof
Cause that's just how grandpa does
[Chorus]
[Bridge:]
Buck huntin, lord it's somethin'
Ain't nothin' like a big ole rack
And a coon dog treeing at 3am
It might make you have a heart attack
See we love skinny dipping
Goin' cow tippin'
Huntin' a big ole hog
Dogs start runnin'
Lord that's fun
You better watch out for that log
Let get on back to the tents and trucks
So light that bonfire out
So now ya'll know that's how we roll
So please fill up my cup
[Chorus]
Gather round ya'll it's your redneck friend
I'm bout to show em how a country folks does it again
Ain't nothin' changed since you seen me last
Still livin' kinda slow, still talkin' kinda fast
Chasin' them turkeys, eatin' beef jerkey
Hangin' out down at the lake
Lookin' at Emmylou with a two piece on
And ain't nothin' on that girl fake
We don't need much here but fishin' poles and guns
And trucks with four wheel drives
Cause I'm into everything, to hear hank sing
Lord country folks can survive
We need to get on back to the simple life
And what made this country great
And that was helpin' each other lovin' our brother
Lord I just can't wait
[Chorus:]
We like to hunt (hunt)
Fish (fish)
Play out in the mud
That's the way we do round here
So now you know what's up
If you don't like what we do
Then go back to where you from
Cause we like to hunt (hunt)
Fish (fish)
Play out in the mud
[Verse:]
We all mud dig
And love frog giggin'
Catchin' fireflies in a mayonnaise jar
Creekside kissin' and large mouth fishin'
We just can't help it that's who we are
Zebco reelin' and shotgun shootin'
Catfish fryin' and a little boot scootin'
Come on everybody let's all get down
Show the city folks our country sound
It's a hootenanny, so bring your granny
Cause we have fun round here
And you can do anything that you want to
But honey just don't spill my beer
So just pass the shine and we'll all be fine
My granddaddy made that jug
And it's two hundred proof it'll blow off the roof
Cause that's just how grandpa does
[Chorus]
[Bridge:]
Buck huntin, lord it's somethin'
Ain't nothin' like a big ole rack
And a coon dog treeing at 3am
It might make you have a heart attack
See we love skinny dipping
Goin' cow tippin'
Huntin' a big ole hog
Dogs start runnin'
Lord that's fun
You better watch out for that log
Let get on back to the tents and trucks
So light that bonfire out
So now ya'll know that's how we roll
So please fill up my cup
[Chorus]
EP: "Country Is As Country" (2009)
- Buck 'Em lyrics - Colt Ford
- Huntin' The World lyrics - Colt Ford
- Big White Redneck lyrics - Colt Ford
- Dirt Road Anthem lyrics - Colt Ford
Buck 'Em lyrics - Colt Ford
Buck 'em!
[Chorus]
I put my life on the line
8 seconds at a time
In it for the money baby
And strictly the shine
I'm gold buckles, white knuckles
Even when I'm hurt
And I'ma cowboy up til I'm under the dirt
I been stomped and throwed,
I been bucked and banged,
But I'm a cowboy baby so it ain't no thang
Got on my chaps and boots
Climb up in the chutes
Nod my head and I'm gone
Ride 'em all night long!
I'ma nod and hold on til the day that I'm gone
Got on my Wrangler jeans with the Copenhagen ring
Boots by Rocky, damn right I'm cocky
Built Ford tough, ain't nothin' can stop me
So, ice the Bud Light, nod at the gate man
Down in the well or away from my hand
I'ma ride who I draw, for night moves to big bucks
Call (?), and tell 'em bring in the big trucks
I need help to carry all this cash
96 and a half on scene at the crash
Fire up the grill tell Johnsonville
Put some Brats on, we party all night long
It's Las Vegas baby, where the players play
PBR, VIP up in Mandalay Bay
Yeah I'm a cowboy, yeah I'm a roughneck
I wear Mossy Oak, I hunt with Bowtech
I ranch with Priefert, got me a Branson
A big tractor, fear is no factor
Call me on ED mobile 'cause I'm nationwide
It's the PBR baby, one hell of a ride!
[Chorus]
I put my life on the line
8 seconds at a time
In it for the money baby
And strictly the shine
I'm gold buckles, white knuckles
Even when I'm hurt
And I'ma cowboy up til I'm under the dirt
I been stomped and throwed,
I been bucked and banged,
But I'm a cowboy baby so it ain't no thang
Got on my chaps and boots
Climb up in the chutes
Nod my head and I'm gone
Ride 'em all night long!
The toughest sport on dirt
My middle name is Hurt, but still I
Rosin my glove, rodeo is my love
Drawin' neon nights and just a dream is fine
Spurin' for 8 seconds all that's on my mind
Gettin' hung up and hooked
That's just part of the deal
We got them dicky bull fighters and they harder than steel
This's as real as it gets
I pray nothin' will harm me
That's why we teamed up with the US Army
Call Enterprise if you needin' a ride
PBR Now.com will get you inside
So you can see the greatest show on dirt
Put your Stetson on, get your Cripple Creek Shirt
This's as real as it gets
They need a Rob Smets
Greg Crabtree from all the PBR
You the star that's still gon' shine
And every night this cowboy's gon' lay it on the line
[Chorus]
I put my life on the line
8 seconds at a time
In it for the money baby
And strictly the shine
I'm gold buckles, white knuckles
Even when I'm hurt
And I'ma cowboy up til I'm under the dirt
I been stomped and throwed,
I been bucked and banged,
But I'm a cowboy baby so it ain't no thang
Got on my chaps and boots
Climb up in the chutes
Nod my head and I'm gone
Ride 'em all night long!
This ain't no rodeo baby, this is the PBR
Toughest sport on dirt
I get Holst for the ride
I go by the name Colt Ford
What's up to BMW Hitches, Big Tex Trailers,
Fritos, my boys at Jack Daniels
Humberto, Daisy, Cabella
Don't forget about Yamaha
This is real men doin' cowboy thangs
Colt Ford and the PBR
We ain't never scared
Say I won't!
[Chorus]
I put my life on the line
8 seconds at a time
In it for the money baby
And strictly the shine
I'm gold buckles, white knuckles
Even when I'm hurt
And I'ma cowboy up til I'm under the dirt
I been stomped and throwed,
I been bucked and banged,
But I'm a cowboy baby so it ain't no thang
Got on my chaps and boots
Climb up in the chutes
Nod my head and I'm gone
Ride 'em all night long!
I'ma nod and hold on til the day that I'm gone
Got on my Wrangler jeans with the Copenhagen ring
Boots by Rocky, damn right I'm cocky
Built Ford tough, ain't nothin' can stop me
So, ice the Bud Light, nod at the gate man
Down in the well or away from my hand
I'ma ride who I draw, for night moves to big bucks
Call (?), and tell 'em bring in the big trucks
I need help to carry all this cash
96 and a half on scene at the crash
Fire up the grill tell Johnsonville
Put some Brats on, we party all night long
It's Las Vegas baby, where the players play
PBR, VIP up in Mandalay Bay
Yeah I'm a cowboy, yeah I'm a roughneck
I wear Mossy Oak, I hunt with Bowtech
I ranch with Priefert, got me a Branson
A big tractor, fear is no factor
Call me on ED mobile 'cause I'm nationwide
It's the PBR baby, one hell of a ride!
[Chorus]
I put my life on the line
8 seconds at a time
In it for the money baby
And strictly the shine
I'm gold buckles, white knuckles
Even when I'm hurt
And I'ma cowboy up til I'm under the dirt
I been stomped and throwed,
I been bucked and banged,
But I'm a cowboy baby so it ain't no thang
Got on my chaps and boots
Climb up in the chutes
Nod my head and I'm gone
Ride 'em all night long!
The toughest sport on dirt
My middle name is Hurt, but still I
Rosin my glove, rodeo is my love
Drawin' neon nights and just a dream is fine
Spurin' for 8 seconds all that's on my mind
Gettin' hung up and hooked
That's just part of the deal
We got them dicky bull fighters and they harder than steel
This's as real as it gets
I pray nothin' will harm me
That's why we teamed up with the US Army
Call Enterprise if you needin' a ride
PBR Now.com will get you inside
So you can see the greatest show on dirt
Put your Stetson on, get your Cripple Creek Shirt
This's as real as it gets
They need a Rob Smets
Greg Crabtree from all the PBR
You the star that's still gon' shine
And every night this cowboy's gon' lay it on the line
[Chorus]
I put my life on the line
8 seconds at a time
In it for the money baby
And strictly the shine
I'm gold buckles, white knuckles
Even when I'm hurt
And I'ma cowboy up til I'm under the dirt
I been stomped and throwed,
I been bucked and banged,
But I'm a cowboy baby so it ain't no thang
Got on my chaps and boots
Climb up in the chutes
Nod my head and I'm gone
Ride 'em all night long!
This ain't no rodeo baby, this is the PBR
Toughest sport on dirt
I get Holst for the ride
I go by the name Colt Ford
What's up to BMW Hitches, Big Tex Trailers,
Fritos, my boys at Jack Daniels
Humberto, Daisy, Cabella
Don't forget about Yamaha
This is real men doin' cowboy thangs
Colt Ford and the PBR
We ain't never scared
Say I won't!
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