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
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!
Huntin' The World lyrics - Colt Ford
We hunt the world y'all, southern style
Just some good ole boys
White tail, monster bears
Country boys, makin' noise
Elk, Turkey, Pronghorn
It's time to get your hunt on
Bows, guns, havin' fun
Let's get some huntin' done
Everybody come gather round
Southern boys gon' lay it down
Better bring the kids, we gotta teach 'em
They're the future, we gotta reach 'em
We came to hunt, we brought some friends
Like Stone Cold Steve Austin
John Michael Montgomery might come on through
Picked here to hunt, right here for you
We've got the best poor staff around
Doug, Tom, and John coming to your town
With Troy Gentry, Brent, and Wooley
Josh and Heather, There's no one better
Old Mike Beatty, he's the man, the world record, y'all understand
With Greg Zipadelli, Hal and Ken
Come on y'all, let's go huntin' again
We hunt the world y'all, southern style
Just some good ole boys
White tail, monster bears
Country boys, makin' noise
Elk, Turkey, Pronghorn
It's time to get your hunt on
Bows, guns, havin' fun
Let's get some huntin' done
We lock and load, go do our thang
Huntin' the world for all kinds of game
Bears, boars, birds, bucks
Southern boys in camo trucks
Worldwide on the outdoor channel
So y'all tune in and bring a friend
We huntin' baby, fishin'?
Come on y'all let's southern style
Drink ya sweet tea up in the tree
Drop a 12-Point buck from a quarter mile
We bass fishin', hog huntin', turkey shootin',
Game runnin', mud boggin', camouflagin'
Puttin' it down, so y'all can watch it
Huntin' The World is the name of the show
Better ask somebody if you don't know
We hunt the world y'all, southern style
Just some good ole boys
White tail, monster bears
Country boys, makin' noise
Elk, Turkey, Pronghorn
It's time to get your hunt on
Bows, guns, havin' fun
Let's get some huntin' done
Just some good ole boys
White tail, monster bears
Country boys, makin' noise
Elk, Turkey, Pronghorn
It's time to get your hunt on
Bows, guns, havin' fun
Let's get some huntin' done
Everybody come gather round
Southern boys gon' lay it down
Better bring the kids, we gotta teach 'em
They're the future, we gotta reach 'em
We came to hunt, we brought some friends
Like Stone Cold Steve Austin
John Michael Montgomery might come on through
Picked here to hunt, right here for you
We've got the best poor staff around
Doug, Tom, and John coming to your town
With Troy Gentry, Brent, and Wooley
Josh and Heather, There's no one better
Old Mike Beatty, he's the man, the world record, y'all understand
With Greg Zipadelli, Hal and Ken
Come on y'all, let's go huntin' again
We hunt the world y'all, southern style
Just some good ole boys
White tail, monster bears
Country boys, makin' noise
Elk, Turkey, Pronghorn
It's time to get your hunt on
Bows, guns, havin' fun
Let's get some huntin' done
We lock and load, go do our thang
Huntin' the world for all kinds of game
Bears, boars, birds, bucks
Southern boys in camo trucks
Worldwide on the outdoor channel
So y'all tune in and bring a friend
We huntin' baby, fishin'?
Come on y'all let's southern style
Drink ya sweet tea up in the tree
Drop a 12-Point buck from a quarter mile
We bass fishin', hog huntin', turkey shootin',
Game runnin', mud boggin', camouflagin'
Puttin' it down, so y'all can watch it
Huntin' The World is the name of the show
Better ask somebody if you don't know
We hunt the world y'all, southern style
Just some good ole boys
White tail, monster bears
Country boys, makin' noise
Elk, Turkey, Pronghorn
It's time to get your hunt on
Bows, guns, havin' fun
Let's get some huntin' done
Big White Redneck lyrics - Colt Ford
This big white redneck's got the blues
From this cowboy hat to these worn out boots
A woman done lit my fuse
And this bar ain't got the booze
To cure this big white redneck with the blues
Lord I tried the best I could
I never really thought she would
Leave me for younger fella
Didn't take the time to tell her
'Bout all the good things she done
And how she was my only one
True love, best friend, huntin' buddy gettin' muddy
She was everything to me
Guess I just couldn't see
What it was she was missin'
Slow dancin' and long kissin'
Dinner on a friday night
Wine by the candle light
Now I'm just sittin' here
Cryin' in my beer
This big white redneck's got the blues
From this cowboy hat to these worn out boots
A woman done lit my fuse
And this bar ain't got the booze
To cure this big white redneck with the blues
Now I'm layin' drunk in the floor
Yellin' lookin' at the door
I called her mama and her sister
Told 'em that I really missed her
I guess I know what kinda gone
She ain't never comin' home
Back to bein' all alone
My life is like a sad song
Every time I hear her name
I realize what a shame
Now I'm just old news
Dealin' with these danged ole blues
This big white redneck's got the blues
Lord o' mercy this pain really hurts me y'all
From this cowboy hat to these worn out boots
I don't know what to do
I'm never gettin' over you
A woman done lit my fuse
And this bar ain't got the booze (That's right)
To cure this big white redneck with the blues
Yeah this woman done lit my fuse
And this bar ain't got the booze (That's right)
To cure this big white redneck with the blues
Well we're gonna see if it'll cure me
Matter of fact I'm cured now
I'm gonna call your sister
I might even call your mama
That's right
What's that number
From this cowboy hat to these worn out boots
A woman done lit my fuse
And this bar ain't got the booze
To cure this big white redneck with the blues
Lord I tried the best I could
I never really thought she would
Leave me for younger fella
Didn't take the time to tell her
'Bout all the good things she done
And how she was my only one
True love, best friend, huntin' buddy gettin' muddy
She was everything to me
Guess I just couldn't see
What it was she was missin'
Slow dancin' and long kissin'
Dinner on a friday night
Wine by the candle light
Now I'm just sittin' here
Cryin' in my beer
This big white redneck's got the blues
From this cowboy hat to these worn out boots
A woman done lit my fuse
And this bar ain't got the booze
To cure this big white redneck with the blues
Now I'm layin' drunk in the floor
Yellin' lookin' at the door
I called her mama and her sister
Told 'em that I really missed her
I guess I know what kinda gone
She ain't never comin' home
Back to bein' all alone
My life is like a sad song
Every time I hear her name
I realize what a shame
Now I'm just old news
Dealin' with these danged ole blues
This big white redneck's got the blues
Lord o' mercy this pain really hurts me y'all
From this cowboy hat to these worn out boots
I don't know what to do
I'm never gettin' over you
A woman done lit my fuse
And this bar ain't got the booze (That's right)
To cure this big white redneck with the blues
Yeah this woman done lit my fuse
And this bar ain't got the booze (That's right)
To cure this big white redneck with the blues
Well we're gonna see if it'll cure me
Matter of fact I'm cured now
I'm gonna call your sister
I might even call your mama
That's right
What's that number
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